After the first night I met him, I felt like I had someone with me every now and then, watching over me, standing by my side, keeping me safe and helping me be strong. A year passed before I saw him again.
It was just like last time, where I dreamed I was in my room, but this was in our new house. I was no longer in a small cramped room and I had didn't have bags with other belongings that weren't mine piled in my room.
It was nearing dawn and I had kicked most of my blankets off, a few remaining twisted around my body. I open my eyes gently to find the wolf sleeping peacefully next to me. His large, handsome head was rested calmly in his paws while he breathed steadily. He wasn't hiding me from view like the first night. His head was next to my elbow and his tail hung off the bed.
The sight of him sleeping peacefully sent a sense of calm through me and I couldn't help but to smile at the sleeping wolf. Stroking his head gently, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep with my wolf snuggled next to me.
