Most people inherit money, a house or a bunch of random junk from their grandmother. Me? I got her gift—the gift of nocturnal wanderings, as she called them. Only unlike her, I didn’t actually wander anywhere. I just got glimpses of my potential future… glimpses I rarely understood until it was too late.
I did occasionally get lucky; my dreams led me to my apartment, my besties, and even my first real big-girl job. But lately? I was haunted by a dream I couldn’t decipher, one I sensed was more important than the rest.
My nights are filled with dreams of a man who isn’t a man, not fully anyway. I blink and where the sexy guy once stood, now stands a wolf; my wolf. The pull to join him is too strong and I have no choice but to find this wolf man.
My bestie might be right when she says that I have zero self-preservation. What choice do I have? This man is mine. I’m certain.
