a's

me. The nightmares didn't return for the next few days

s into her suitcase with cheerful abandon. I was more methodical, carefully folding a stack

raway look. "Thinki

was just wondering..

ged. "Describe him. The more specific you are, the more you'll see he's just a figment of your imag

try. I closed my eyes, lett

I've ever seen. He has this... presence. An aura of command. Even when

ore a thunderstorm. Clean pine, and the sharp, electric smell of ozone. It's dangerous, bu

nd storm," she murmured, already analyzing. "That symbolizes your conf

pure gold. Not yellow, not amber. Gold. Like they're literally molten. Whe

You don't hear it with your ears. It just... appears in your head.

gave, the more ce

n-eyed Alpha who can read your mind and command your every move. It's the

k every stereotype about powerful males, mashed them all toge

neat, so logical. It

hed my own lips. "

he Pack Doctor check you out, you'll talk to the Oracle, and you'll forget all about

y. "He's not my lover

room dissipated. For now, I was convinced. The Alpha w

the height, the scent, the golden eyes, the crushing presence-was a p

her head. "Alright, demon analysis comp

r from our Econ class is kind of what you de

shed. My nose wri

oice sharp with disgust. "He's a walki

. "Someone's made

balled up a T-shirt and threw it a