Martha's POV
The knocking on the door pulled me out of my weird dream. In the dream, I was riding on a mighty black wolf with thick fur. He carried me on his back, riding and running faster. His paws hit the ground before he carefully dropped me.
I stared at the wolf's face, caressing his head like he was a pet.
"Martha! Martha!" The loud voice pulled me back to reality, and I awoke, drenched with heat on the bed.
I have been dreaming about wolves and forests since I met that attractive stranger at Dennis Hotel. How would I not dream about wolves when I was surrounded by werewolves too?
I quickly got out of bed, throwing the quilt away when my gaze landed on the wall clock. I saw that it was 8 am. Damn it. I had overslept, as I didn't want to wake up from that dream.
Surprisingly, th
