Heartsong (Green Creek 3)

She sighed. “I know.”

I didn’t dare look up at the empty space where the leather journal had once been.

It ended on Friday morning.

The storm that had lingered over Caswell was gone.

The sky was blue, blue, blue.

I stood in the refuge, and all those trees rose up around me, and if I thought hard enough, if I believed in what I dreamed, a man stood next to me, a man who said he had something to show me.

I know he did.

I know he did.

But he wasn’t real.

He wasn’t there.

I was alone.

I saw a white wolf in the trees. It had black on its chest and back.

I saw a black wolf in the distance. It—

My phone rang.

A few birds took flight from the canopy above me.

They looked like ravens.

The screen said UNKNOWN.

I

thought about ignoring it.

Going back to the compound.

Being surrounded by my pack.

Living the life I had the way it was supposed to be.

My name was Robbie Fontaine.

I was the second to the Alpha of all.

I lived with (and loved) Ezra. He had saved me.

Given me a place.

Given me a home.

Yes, things didn’t make sense. Missing time. These dreams.

But I could explain them away if I really wanted to. I could just… be.

Would you hear me, dear?