Aurora:
I woke up on the floor, a grass covered ground.
The smell of soil made me smile. It was raining, but I wasn’t getting wet, I was an illusion in the land of this memory, whatever this memory was.
“Aurora, you are going to be wet, and you don’t want to find yourself growing sick.” A woman said, her voice softening as she spoke.
“But, mama, the rain has no harm. We are wolves, we love the rain. I love the rain, and playing in it just makes me happy.” The little girl said, looking excited. Her eyes met the woman’s, her mother’s, and I couldn’t help but find myself connecting with the woman more than I have.
The woman looked in my direction, keeping her eyes where I stood, and for a second, I could have sworn that she was looking at me.
“What is my little wolf doing outside in th
