“Of course. Your mates started the change. Now, it’s your choice to finish it,” she explains.
“How do I do that?”
“To start, you have to admit that I am real. You are real. This conversation is happening.”
“Alright. Sure my dream wolf is real,” I scoff. “Where are we?”
“In your mind.”
I stare at her blankly. The guys should have explained better.
“Our mates know this is your journey. Everyone is different. They were born wolves; their journey was not this.”
“That makes sense. You are my wolf.”
“Yes.” Can a wolf smile? She widens her smile at my thought.
“Will it always be like this?” I ask.
“No, you have to accept me. Once you do, I will be you, and you will be me. We will be connected in a profound way. We can still communicate but not in so many words.”
“How do I do that?”
“That is up to you. You have to believe in me.”
“Are my mates alright?” I bite my lip, anxious to be with them.
“Our mates are fine. They are worried but have faith.”
“Our mates,” I mutter. “Do you know all about me?”
“Yes, I am meant to be you. I am in your head, with your memories and emotions.”
“I’m sorry, this is really strange. I’m struggling,” I confess.
“I know. Do you love them?” She sits in front of me.
“I do.” I feel weird standing over her, so I sit beside her. “Does this mean, when I was born, I was meant for this?”
She smiles mysteriously in my head.
“Is this life, with them, as a wolf, what you want?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say. I reach out to touch her, curious. She is so soft.
“Good, I want it to.”
“Do you know their wolves?” I ask.
She giggles. “Not yet. But I feel them close.”
“I’ve seen them. They have protected me.” I stroke her back.
“I’ve seen that memory,” she says.
“Is it going to hurt to merge or whatever with you?” I ask.
“Sure, for the first time. Maybe the second, but just like with everything, the more you do it, the less it hurts.”