Prologue
The moon shone through the window, catching tiny specks of dust as they danced their way across an invisible stage. The microscopic particles were brought to life by the soft silver moonbeams on an otherwise dark night. They twirled together and then apart, in a gentle choreographed dance, meant only for me. I watched, mesmerised as they floated through the air, then disappeared into the darkness momentarily, before inevitably being drawn back into the light. I exhaled, a soft sigh stirring the night air, scattering the particles and forcing them to twirl once again in their gentle spotlight.
I knew this dream well, and as always, that moment of recognition forced my consciousness to fight though the fog of sleep. My eyes opened slowly against the morning sunrise.
For the past several years, I'd had the same recurring dream about tiny specks of dust, dancing in the moonlight. Sometimes it would involve glimpses of a room. A soft, feather pillow. A burning in my skin. The scent of fresh linen and something else that I could never quite remember. Then, too suddenly, I was awake, grasping to remember the finest of details before they inevitably slipped away.
But always, the tiny drifting particles remained, dancing forever at the edge of my consciousness.
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Written in the stars
WerewolfAyla is lost and alone; a wolf who can not transition. She spends her days searching..but for what, she isn't sure. At night, she indulges in meaningless relationships, always running from commitment. Alpha Aryan knows exactly who he is; strong and...
