Lyka
The moment I finally drifted to sleep, the world of dreams swallowed me whole. But even in the softness of darkness, I could feel him. Parker. His presence wrapped around me like a tangible force, something primal, something that called to my very soul. My wolf stirred within me, senses flaring, pulse quickening.
In the dream, the forest stretched endlessly around me, bathed in silver moonlight. Every leaf shimmered, every breeze carried scents that tickled my nostrils. And there he was—Parker—standing tall, eyes glowing with a mixture of fire and recognition. My heart leapt in my chest, and instinctively, I ran toward him, paws—or rather, feet—moving faster than I thought possible, my wolf's agility guiding me effortlessly through the terrain.
"Lyka," he called, his voice deep, rich, vibrating through the air and directly into my mind. It wasn't just a sound—it was a pull, a command, a whisper only my soul could hear. "Come to me."
I stopped, breathless, feeling the energy between us thrumming like electricity. My wolf growled low in my throat, sensing the bond, recognizing him. The Moon Goddess herself had marked us, I could feel it. Every instinct, every cell in my body screamed that he was mine, just as mine was his.
"Parker…" I whispered into the wind, reaching for him, though the space between us seemed both infinite and impossibly small. My senses were alive: I could feel his heartbeat, smell the faint tang of his wolf, taste the raw, magnetic pull of our connection. My fated mate. My Alpha.
And he felt it too. I knew it.
Because somewhere, in the depths of his own dream, Parker was reaching for me as I reached for him. He was running through the same silver-lit forest, wolf instincts guiding his steps, every nerve screaming my name. Every thought, every longing, mirrored mine. It wasn't just a dream—it was a bond, undeniable and eternal.
I could see him now, closer, his eyes softening as he watched me. His wolf a shadow behind him, powerful and protective, but it was his human form I craved—the man who would one day claim me, who had been tied to me before either of us even understood the full meaning of fate.
I closed my eyes in the dream, letting my senses flow, feeling our bond strengthen with every heartbeat. When I opened them again, he was at my side, and for a moment, it felt like the world itself had stopped to honor the connection between us.
"Lyka," Parker murmured, voice low, gravelly, carrying the pull of the Moon Goddess herself, "I've found you. I've always found you."
A shiver ran down my spine, and my wolf yipped softly in agreement, a sound of recognition, of joy. I felt his hand brush against mine—not yet in reality, but here, in the dream, the connection was real enough to ignite fire in my veins. My fated mate.
I could feel the power surging through me, the wolf inside recognizing not only him but the path we were meant to walk together. Every heartbeat, every breath, every thought screamed: This is mine. I am his. Nothing can take this bond away.
The moment my eyes finally opened, the moonlight spilling through the window painted soft silver patterns across the room, but it didn't matter. I could still feel him—Parker—everywhere. His presence wrapped around me like an invisible thread, tugging at my heart, my soul, my wolf.
I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around me, a smile stretching across my lips despite the late hour. My chest heaved, still thrumming from the rush of the dream. I had felt him—truly felt him. The connection, the bond, it was undeniable. Deep in my bones, I knew he was the one I had been waiting for, even if I didn't yet understand all the ways fate had already tied us together.
I pressed a hand to my chest, heart pounding with a wild, joyous rhythm. My wolf stirred, tail flicking under the covers, senses alert, sniffing the quiet room as if confirming the truth of the dream. It was real. Parker was real. He was mine, and I was his—whether the world knew it yet or not.
A soft laugh escaped me, almost a whisper in the still night. "Oh, Parker… I don't even know yet… but I think… I think you might be the one." My voice trembled with excitement, with longing, with a thrill that ran deeper than I had ever felt before.
I stood, barefoot on the cool floorboards, letting the quiet night embrace me. My hands moved almost instinctively, tracing the shapes of my room, but my mind was elsewhere—on him. On Parker. Even in the dark, I could feel the pull, the magnetic draw of our souls reaching across space, across the night, toward each other.
I tiptoed to the window, pressing my forehead against the glass, imagining him out there somewhere under the same silver moon. Did he feel it too? Did his wolf stir in response, his heart racing in the same rhythm mine had learned to follow? My pulse quickened, and a low, happy growl vibrated from my throat, instinctively echoing the connection I felt.
"I don't know why it feels so real," I whispered, fingers curling around the window ledge. "But I… I think you're mine. I just know it."
A shiver ran through me, not from cold but from the rush of magic, of destiny, of something ancient and primal threading through the world and binding us together. I could feel it in every heartbeat, every breath. My wolf pressed against me from the inside, sensing the mate I hadn't even met in full, recognizing the fated bond as powerfully as I did.
I sank to the floor then, hugging my knees, lost in the intensity of the feeling. My mind wandered, dreaming of the first time I would see him in daylight, the first time I would hear him speak my name, the first moment our hands touched in reality. Everything in my soul is screaming him. Everything.
Even as the night pressed on, I couldn't return to full sleep. I lay there, eyes open, heart racing with joy and longing, and a small, blissful laugh escaped me. I didn't know yet that someone close to me was already plotting, already stepping into our lives to claim him. I didn't know the world could be cruel enough to try and steal what was fated.
All I knew was Parker—my Parker—was out there. And soon, I would find him. And when I did… nothing could stop what the Moon Goddess had marked as ours.
I rolled onto my side, curling tightly under the covers, my wolf nuzzling against my ribs in agreement. Sleep tugged at me again, but it was soft, hesitant, because even in dreams, I could feel the pull of him, whispering across the distance, saying: I am here. I am yours. Always.
And in that quiet, silver-lit room, I let myself believe it. I let myself feel the warmth of destiny, the promise of what was meant to be, and for the first time in a long while, pure, unshakable happiness filled me—completely, utterly, recklessly.