"I have to admit, I have never had a dream like this," Graeme said to himself, watching the water ripple out to him before inviting him back in as it receded back toward his mate. He looked up at the petals that were rising all around. "I have never had one even close to this."
He walked in, feeling the heat meet his body temperature. Wasn't this too hot for someone like August who naturally ran cooler than lycans?
"Moon, are you too warm out here? Maybe this is not good for you," he called.
"The fierce wolf is so concerned for me. I think you don't like how right the name Bun-Bun really is for you," she teased, and as he walked further in, the steam thinned enough to where he could finally catch a glimpse of her face beaming at him—like the sun burning away the fog.
