He invades my dreams every night... and fills me with pleasure that makes me wish I might never wake up. His musky odor enhances the smell of the wind and the aroma of the pines. His clear green eyes are attuned to things I could not perceive, watching my every motion and devouring me with hunger to let me know that I am protected, always. Yet every night, I would jolt awake and realize that I am in my bedroom, alone. I know what those dreams are supposed to mean. I know who this wolf is, this wolf of my dreams who runs with me. The wolf whose human form has always been an irresistible shadow. The wolf whose touch sets my nerves on fire more often than not in those fitful dreams. He's my Mate. Destined to be mine forever if the stories from our parents are anything to be believed. Unfortunately for me, if I were to ever step out of line, he would also be my executioner.