Three Lycan Pups

Dorian

“What do you mean you’ve dreamt of us having three kids?!”

Cleo straddles my chest, one leg on each of my pectoral muscles as she glares down into my eyes. Why does she look so upset? I thought I had told her about my futuristic dreams, but apparently not…or maybe she forgot?

Regardless of which, I guess we won’t be hunting with my pack tonight. My plan had been to introduce Cleo as my mate