#Chapter 36 Delirium

Mira It is hard to know what was real and what was imagined, the lines of consciousness were so blurred from Lila’s cocktail. I saw us as wolves, me and Dominic, playing again in the woods, our bodies crashing together as we scampered through the underbrush. And then we in our bodies, outside the banquet hall, swaying in each other’s arms. The black fur of his wolf was a tangle in my eyes. My fingers traced the small hairs on the back on his neck. He lifted me, like I weighed nothing, and carried me home. My world was full of his scent. We were in the bedroom, and I felt his hands carefully removing my dress. His fingers were light, as if he was afraid to touch my flesh for fear of getting burned. Every brush of his fingers sent a chill up my spine. As wolves, we tumbled over one another, laughing, nipping, feeling freedom overtake us. I am reaching for him as he guides me towards the bed, and we are both suddenly falling onto the soft surface. He held my