As we approached a great stone entrance, a massive wooden door with ornate metal scrolling over it opened as if on its own, welcoming us in. Once inside, his kiss on my forehead left me wanting, even as the arms of a woman embraced me. Knowing her as a daughter would a mother, many other arms fell around us. Brothers and sisters came to me one at a time with kisses or hugs, or mere loving squeezes of my arms. As the dream went on, my brothers and sisters at the direction of my mother played with magic, turning water to wine for a first trick, before transforming a mere log by the fireplace into a grand table.
As I opened my eyes to the real world, the sleeping bag, my wolf now a naked man again, the happiness of the dream remained as a balm that healed my every wound from life and calmed my every anxiety.
I purred out a stretch, luxuriating in the bliss I waited to soon fade.
“It wasn’t a dream, my love,” Lex whispered in my ear. “I saw each moment, too. It’s a way the Royals have of communicating with us from great distances, giving us in sleep a vision of things to come. That was a glimpse at our future.”
I rolled to look at him, to search his amber eyes, to study his chiseled features.
“It’s the truth. You will come to believe me when you see the place in your dreams for yourself today. For now, if you believe nothing else, believe that I love you.”
“I do,” I breathed out. “I love you, too, my protector, my true savior.”
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