Heartsong (Green Creek 3)

A moment later, the magic around us dissipated and the crickets began to sing.

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I dreamed of the forest.

Of bright sunlight and the songs of wolves.

In the trees, great black birds croaked.

The white Alpha wolf prowled in front of me.

He said, little wolf little wolf.

I whispered, “Can’t you see?”

The black birds said, you are the master of the forest.

I whispered, “The guardians of the trees.”

The trees began to move.

The earth shifted and broke apart underneath them, their roots roiling like so many snakes. They left divots in the ground as they pulled back, forming a giant circle around us.

We stood in a clearing.

“What is this?” I asked.

But the white Alpha wolf was gone.

In his place stood a black wolf.

I fell to my knees in front of him.

He leaned forward, breathing hotly against my face through his nose.

He pressed his snout against my forehead, and I said, “Oh.”

(robbie)

A rush of images. A cacophony of sound.

(robbie)

“What is this?” I asked the black wolf, my voice breaking into pieces.

(ROBBIE)

I turned my head and—

Ezra was snoring beside me.

The trees were gone.

I was in the barn, skin slick with sweat.

“What the fuck?” I muttered, scrubbing a hand over my face.

“Robbie.”