3000 Nights

17

I dreamt of blue pools of ice, and sparks of fire licking at my skin.

I woke with my heart racing and my cheeks flushed.

It was him. He was making me feel this way.

But it was cold next to me.

He had left.

My heart sunk.

Of course he left. He didn't belong inside my house.

He was supposed to be in the woods, as a wolf.

I couldn't expect him to fight it for me. I could tell how uncomfortable he was last night.

But he still changed. For me... why?

I don't even know him.

And then I let him in my house and let him sleep in my bed. What was I thinking?

No, I did know him.

I knew his wolf. For 10 years.

But I didn't know this man.

That was what was confusing.

My obsession with this wolf just became even crazier.

He was actually a man. A full grown sexy as hell man.

What the heck was I supposed to do.

I sat under my covers soaking up the warmth of the heated blanket contemplating all of this.

Was I supposed to still be that weird girl who loved wolves?

I don't know. I had to stop. This was making me crazy.

He was making me crazy.

I couldn't take it anymore. I really couldn't.

I had to move on with my life.

I didn't even have any answers.

He just left in the middle of the night.

With nothing answered.

Will I ever even see him again?

Was it just a dream?

I don't know.

But I did know this obsession was starting to get unhealthy.

I'll probably never even see "Travis" again.

For all I know he only changes into a man once a year or something crazy like that.

So that would be an unrealistic relationship.

Actually... the relationship we had was already unrealistic.

A human girl and wolf, who turns into a man sometimes.

What in the hell was I thinking...?

I was thinking of how his wolf was so wild and beautiful and mysterious that I couldn't help but be fascinated by him.

And Travis... Travis was definitely the most gorgeous man I had ever met.

He's tall. Muscular. And my God, his eyes.

His eyes as a wolf were spellbinding, but as a man they were even more incredible, if that was even possible.

The stubble on his face made me want to rub my fingers all over it to feel how prickly and scruffy it was...

And hiw hair, his shaggy black hair, that hung around his angular face couldn't get any sexier.

It's exactly as I imagined it would be by the way his wolf's fur is... if I had ever actually imagined my wolf would turn into a man.