•~•Chapter 39•~•

Dream actually goes through with it, packing up a cute little basket and covering it up with a red checkered blanket like he's little red Riding Hood about to make a trip through the woods, except this time he's the wolf.

He makes his way down the street, knowing that Renee was most likely down at the Pack House, her car wasn't in the driveway which was a godsend because she would most likely ambush him in a bear suit.

He languidly makes his way into the cover of the trees, not feeling the urge to shift just then maybe he would after his picnic, he deserved the sandwiches in there after putting his room in order.

Absently he thinks about his future, skipping a little as he lightly brushes his hand over the rough bark on the tree trunks.

He hasn't thought much about it but he mostly wanted his independence, mating was supposed to give him that but in his opinion, and from what he had seen mated Omegas lost even more of their freedom.