Rain

He was supposed to be a product of my imagination! Maybe this entire clearing is a product of my imagination.

Wanting to be sure what I see is real, I slowly approach the wolf, not wanting to wake him up. But what if I am wrong and it is not the wolf from my dreams, and he is going to sense and… and… hurt me?

I freeze. For a moment, I don’t even dare to breathe.

But white wolves are supposed to be good. At least, that’s what the legends say.

Biting my bottom lip, I take another step, and then another, and another, until I reach him. I crouch in front of him and reach out my hand, and I brush the tip of my fingers over the top of his snow-white fur.

Warmth like I have never felt before spreads inside me, and sparks dance across my skin. Safia—who had been grief-stricken from the moment Jordan has rejected me—not only reacts for the first time in weeks, but I can feel a beam of happiness coming from her.

I am trying to understand all the sudden feelings and Safia’s reaction when the wol