Raygar's POV

The dream shattered like glass against concrete, and I bolted upright in my bed my chest heaving like I just ran a marathon. My wolf was going absolutely insane inside me, pacing and howling about our mate. How could I have such a dream? Her scent was the very same one, an intoxicating scent of vanilla and jasmine. The same hazel eyes that made my heart race faster yesterday when she fell into my arms as she fainted.

"Fuck," I muttered, running my hands through my hair. This ...