#Chapter 409 – Assembling the Team

Cora When I wake up the next morning the dawn sun is already streaming through the windows, and I am absolutely – hands down – the happiest I’ve ever been. I’m curled up against my mate’s side, my hand still on his chest where I placed it when I fell asleep, and when I look up into his face? I see him already smiling down at me. My mouth bursts into a smile. “Well,” he says, turning fully towards me now and nudging my nose with his. “That was an incredible dream, wasn’t it?” “Do you think it was real?” I whisper, desperately, desperately hoping that it was. “I do,” he replies, nodding. “I don’t think…well, the things that you made up – the beach, the landscape…they were all pretty static, no?” I gasp a little, offended – “It was not static! It was intricate and there was a breeze – I could smell the salt –“ “No, Cora,” he says, laughing, “I mean like, unchanging. The things that changed – you, me, the feeling the baby passed to us, and the wolves? Those all seemed v