He slept but it wasn't peacefully, tossing and turning, oblivious to Julian who sensed his agitation and tried his best to comfort him, unsure why his mate was so restless in his sleep. Luca however was having the same sort of dream or memory as before with the young boy but this one was different to the previous one. He also knew he was the young boy now.
The young boy is thin, starved, bones poking out painfully. He couldn't be much older than six or seven years old. His eyes were wide with terror and there was dark circles underneath his eyes as though he never got enough sleep. He was so pale his skin was almost translucent, blue veins everywhere. He was cowering, shaking violently while an older man, presumably his father again towered over him, his hands on his hips and eyes blazi
