Lyra
I had a dream.
In the dream, I was back in Blue Ridge, at the pack house’s kitchen. Sunlight came in through the windows, making everything glow. And there he was, Liam.
He was cooking for me, stirring something in a pan, and humming a lovely song.
I watched him from the doorway, my heart racing. He looked up, caught me, and his smile widened.
“Hungry?” He asked.
I nodded, and he gestured for me to come closer.
He lifted the spoon to my lips. “Taste.”
I complied.
“Hmm…” I closed my eyes, tasting the sauce. It really was delicious.
Liam’s chuckle had me opening my eyes.
“Sit.”
I did.
He set a plate in front of me, and we ate side by side at the small kitchen table. When the plates were empty, he stood and held out his hands.
“Dance with me, my love?”
I blinked, u
