Full moon

Full moon


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Supposedly dreams reflect our hidden fears and secret desires all clamoring for attention. The one I’d had last night had been so vivid that even now as evening drew near it still made me squirm in my chair. I sat against a wall in the counsel room where the elders and the Dark Guardians—protectors of our society—were discussing how best to ensure our survival. Because I hadn’t yet experienced my first transformation I was considered a novice and was not allowed to sit at the large round table with the others. This was okay by me because it gave me the freedom to let my mind wander—without anyone noticing that I wasn't paying attention.

In my dream I'd been standing in a clearing with my declared mate Connor our arms wrapped around each other so tightly that we could barely breathe. The full moon served as a spotlight

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