Lydia Anabor's life was one full of peace and adventure growing up side by side with her father. The only thing that really bugged her was the constant, repetitive dream she's had ever since the day she turned 18. She tried to ignore it early on and act like the constant reminder of a dream she didn't understand didn't bother her, like the hours of research it caused her weren't that valuable. She told herself to just not think about it. To just accept it as something that she wasn't going to understand. Except the day that her dream finally changed brought her face to face with a wolf. A wolf that brought her a day full of aggravation, confusion, and a strange feeling she couldn't quite explain. ~~~ "Okay. So what- you're like a dog... person... wolf thing?" He bit his lower lip in what looked like an attempt to stop a laugh. "Sure. But personally, we call ourselves werewolves, though some may prefer lycans." "Were...wolf?" Another nod. "Yup, and judging by your reaction to all of this, I take it that you're unaware of the fact that you're one as well." My eyes went wide. No. His words alone should have been enough to end this conversation, should have been enough to send me back up those stairs without another word. Except my feet weren't moving, and neither was the rest of me, like some part of my body had already decided to hear him out before my brain had agreed to it. A werewolf... Me..? No, I would know. Surely I would know something like that about myself. A dream. This had to be a dream. Please, please let this be a dream. "I... No. I feel like that- this-," I gestured to him," Would have been something I'd be aware of by now!" "I'd have assumed so as well, but we can figure that part out later." his left eye returned to blue after a blink. "I'm just happy that I finally found you." That same warmth surged again, sharper this time. "Wh-why?" His mouth curved, exposing those too-sharp canines. "Because you and I are mates."

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING