Tomorrow, I’ll share a few key details with Grey, see if anything sounds familiar to him.
For now, all I can really do is try to sleep… and to dream.
I hate dreaming, I think, shivering again, but for a very different reason this time.But for Grey… I’ll dream. I’ll embracethe nightmarish images, search for important clues, and do what I can to guide him.
Because I meant what I told him—I will always sacrifice myself for those I care about. What’s the point of possessing a gift if I can’t use it to help those I love?
And while Grey and I may not know one another well, my heart and soul have cared about him for a very long time.
Since the first time he appeared to me in a dream with those alluring eyes.
My fated mate.
My destiny.
My intended end…
Another tear falls from my eye, the treacherous display of emotion making my stomach twist. At least Grey didn’t notice. Or maybe he did, but couldn’t be bothered to provide comfort.
That’s fine.
Sometimes, I hear him purr in my dreams.
Maybe this week he can purr for me in reality.
I would like that. It might make the pain worth it in my final hours.
Sighing, I wipe the dampness from my cheek and snuggle into the pillow with traces of Grey’s evergreen scent. The hint of snow is missing, suggesting it’s been a very long time since he laid here. But that’s okay. It’s enough to calm my aching heart.
For now, anyway.
My inner wolf feels different, her inner cry a sound of mourning, like we’ve already lost our Grey.
But he’ll come back this time.
He has to.
It’s the only way for this dance with fate to truly begin.
That knowledge is what chases me into my sleep.
Where I dream.
Of death.
Destruction.
And desolation…
5
GREY
I lean against the door,watching Ashlyn sleep.
She has barely moved in the last twelve hours, not even while I rested beside her.
Well, that’s not entirely true.
