When the tears finally slowed, I pulled back slowly, not meeting his eyes. My cheeks burned in embarrassment, and I looked away.
"It was just a dream," I muttered, even though I knew deep down it wasn't.
Damon stood up without a word. "I'll give you a moment," he said, then walked out of the room and quietly closed the door behind him.
I sat there on the couch, my body still trembling a little. 'Like seriously, he just walked away like that? Is he a ghost or something? Isn't he supposed to make sure I am feeling better?'
My thoughts were spinning, but one thing was clear: that dream wasn't just a dream. It felt so vivid and heart-wrenching. The white wolf… I couldn't help but wonder who it was, but he looked exactly like Damon in his wolf form.
I sighed. This must be my mind playing games with me. I leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling with tired eyes.
