I’ve missed your dreams at night. They are not my dreams. They are my life. You are welcome to them, so long as Heart of the Pack does not get angry with us. Life shared is better. A pause. You would rather have shared the female’s life. It is my weakness to want too much. He blinked his deep eyes. You love too many. My life is much simpler. He loved only me. That is true. The only real difficulty I have is knowing that you will never trust that is so.
