-Henry-
"Kemy," I called for my mate once again, trying to feel her in my soul; to feel her skin underneath my fingers and her warmth radiating through me.
"Henry." I heard her voice in the distance, and soon I could see her approaching outline. Her curves enveloped by a halo of golden fire. She was a vision.
"This place, what is it? Where are we?" she murmured, looking around and gasping.
Taking her hands in mine, I explained, "I don't know, maybe someplace inside of my soul. The Goddess, she talked to me. And that white-wolf over there, she howled a song," I motioned to the she-wolf dipping her paws in the water.
"Henry, I can't see her," Kemy said, looking around confusedly.
An exhale left my throat. We didn't have much time, and I was sure she wasn't an imaginary wolf. Could she be a memory or some kind of dream? I just knew for a fact that I have already met her.