Victor POV
I was still drunk from all the emotions I had from my "conversation" with Claire. I took a cold shower to try to cool down but to no avail. After tossing and turning in the bed for hours, I sprawled like a starfish and stared at the ceiling. I tried counting sheeps, or wolves in my case, nothing worked. I couldn't stop thinking of my mate. Even after I've fallen asleep I kept thinking so much of her that I've imagined her snuggled against me, I curled my arms around her holding onto an another vivid dream.
When the first strings of lights broke the darkness of the night, it was dawn and my eyes opened like every morning at this time. But it wasn't an ordinary morning when I realized I wasn't alone. Was I still dreaming or hallucinating to the point where I would imagine my ma
