The Alpha and his dream

Only time

By: Enya

Who can say where the roads goes, Where the days flow, only time

And who can say if your love grows, as your heart chose, only time

Who can say why your heart sighs as your love flies, only time

And who can say why your heart cry’s when your love lies, only time

Who can say when the roads meet that love might be in your heart

And who can say when the day sleeps, if the night keeps all your heart

Who can say if your love grows as your heart chose only time?

Terry pov:

I am going to tell you a story, a story of my life and dreams. Dreams about the most amazing creature I have ever seen, truth be told I haven’t seen any creature like this in my life. This creature has stolen my heart no other girl can compare to her which is why I am not looking forward to my eighteenth birthday.

My name is Terry I am a werewolf lycan and soon to be the alpha of the Full Moon pack and my wolf’s name is Dakota. I will be turning eighteen in a couple of weeks and let me tell you I am not looking forward to that day. They say I can find my mate between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five. They also tell me it is hard for lycan’s to find their mates at an early age unless she is already in your pack. So I am really hoping none of these air heads in my pack is my mate. I pray to the moon goddes I will be one of those lycan's that does not find their mate til they are at least twenty-five.

Why, because my heart already belongs to the creature in my dreams. What am I going to do with a mate that I will not love? Does this creature even exist in real life or just in my dreams? Only time will tell.

She has long wavy auburn hair down to her waist. With the most beautiful body I have ever laid eyes on. Oh, why must my dreams be filled with this vixen. She has been plaguing my dreams for a year now. Sometimes I feel like I can reach out and touch her but I am afraid once I do she will disappear. So instead I lean on a tree and watch her work out to the music.

Sometimes I watch her sitting under a tree and reading a book or just starring off into space. Oh what I would give to be able to read her mind when she is like that.

The music she plays is always different. One day it could be upbeat and the next slow and s*xy. What I wouldn’t give to have her in my arms dancing to the slow rhythm of the music. I could sway all night with her in my arms under these stars. To watch her is like watching an angel, the grace of her movements to the rhythm is mesmerizing. I noticed a lot of the music she picks out has to do with her mood. I can just about tell you how she is feeling just by the type of song she plays.

I lay here in my bed looking at my ceiling contemplating on what to do when I hear my mom call me for breakfast. So I hop up out of bed and into by bathroom to take a shower to try to wash away the dream of her last night. As I am in the shower I keep going back to my dream, why can I not see her face? Why is it always blurry where I cannot make out what she looks like?

Again I hear my mom yelling my name and from the sound of her voice she is not to happy with me this time. How long I was in the shower, must have been awhile because the water is cold now. I shut the water off and get out drying myself off and walk to my walk-in closet to get dressed.

Well I guess its official I not only dream about the auburn headed vixen she is now invading my day time thoughts as well. Well if she exists I know I will not meet her anytime soon because there is no one in our pack or the surrounding area that looks anything close to her.

Terry pov:

As I walk out of my room to head down to the kitchen for breakfast I run into my beta and best friend Mark.

“Getting a late start again this morning?” he asked.

I grumble out a “yes” to his question.

He just laughs and says “you know when you find your mate you will forget all about your dream girl.”

“How do you know, you have not found your mate yet nor have you been in love” I say laughing back at him.

“I don’t plan on having a mate or being in love any time soon either, who needs them they are clingy and get in the way” he laughs.

We are laughing and joking about girls as we go down stairs to eat breakfast. As we enter the kitchen I am bombarded by Chrissy and her clingy self. She and her friends are some of the girls who signed up to be warriors.

I don’t know why, they learn just enough to pass the challenges nothing to make you stand up and take a second glance at, unless you count my rolling my eyes at them when th