Phoebe's POV
The white wolf appeared again in my vision, but this time I could get close to the magnificent creature. I reached out and touched its silky fur.
A gentle smile crossed my face as I tickled the wolf's side. I laughed when it peacefully laid its head across my lap.
Every time this wolf visited my dreams, I felt an unexplainable ache of yearning, like meeting an old friend after years apart.
What are you?
The question echoed in my mind, but when I opened my eyes, the white wolf had disappeared, and I was back on the bed.
I blinked several times, trying to focus on my surroundings. Timothy's cheerful laughter drifted from somewhere nearby.
Then I heard the voice that sent my pulse racing. Perry sounded far from pleased.
