As the sun rose, she felt the wolf slip away into its secret daytime hide away in her soul. The vamp would be back when the moon rose. How do you prepare yourself to fight for your mate's life with a vampire? His offer seemed to make some sense but enslaving the alpha would be the ultimate atrocity. She couldn't disgrace her pack and her family just for the sake of Liam. No one would be mad. They would understand but she could never make them endure that. A tear slipped down her cheek and she bowed her head. Her mate was going to die because of her pride. How could she do this? The pain of living without him would be unbearable but is her pride so much more important that she would subject herself to that for the sake of a name? Her mother would never live a life without her mate which is why the night he died she killed herself. Could Aria survive without him? No. That answer is clear to any werewolf with a mate. She could never survive without Liam. So how to save him? How to save her Liam?
She came up with many schemes, none of which would work but it was a thought. During all this thought, she drifted off into sleep but woke up into a nightmare. The flames were everywhere. They engulfed her body nipping at her flesh. She heard people screaming and rushed around to find her entire pack was burning in a cage. Outside, the vampires laughed and drained their poor human servants and consorts in victory of the pack's defeat. The pain seared through her and she fell to her knees. Suddenly someone was grabbing her arms pulling her up and into big strong arms that welcomed her home. She sighed as the rain fell around the two of them changing the setting as he always did. Liam was controling her dream. Her mate was always watching out for her and her emotions. Aria decided to go with it and enjoy the time she could get with him even if it was a dream. She rose on her toes and gently touched her lips to his to hear him growl. Her favorite sound had always been his gentle growl that notified her that he would never get enough of his little alpha. She could feel the pressure of his calloused hands against her back to keep her close. His mouth devoured hers in a long passionate kiss meant to reassure her of any doubt she held in herself, him, or the pack.
