Selene shivered. Why is it so cold? Her eyes snapped open. Rain. Sitting up, she looked around. Donovan. Shocked, she jumped to her feet. He was breathing. I must be dreaming, there's no way he could be alive.
His eyes fluttered open. "Selene..." he sighed reaching out for her.
Crouching down, Selene gazed into his eyes. "I am dreaming." she stated simply. "You're gone; your side was ripped open. You couldn't have survived."
"But I'm here, right now." Donovan reached out and shook her shoulders gently.
Selene turned away from his pleading gaze, "This isn't real."
"Yes, it is. I can show you." Reaching for Selene, he pulled her to sit down next to him. Smiling sheepishly he pulled off the tattered, bloodstained remains of his t-shirt. "See, something's healed me."
I must be dreaming. She thought as she reached out and touched the massive scar. Donovan just leaned in closer and rested his head against hers.
He brushed his cheek against hers softly and whispered in her ear, "This is real. Why can't you just believe me. I've been to the Summerland, and this isn't it. If I was there you wouldn't be. Believe me when I say... an eternity without you would truly kill me."
Faltering slightly, Selene leaned against him. "So we're both alive."
"Yes," his cheek brushed against hers again. "I know I can convince you." He shot her one of his irresistible smiles, and hesitated for a moment, and then he kissed her.
The wolves were drenched from the soft downpour, and when their lips met it ceased. The clouds broke, and a ray of sunshine warmed the devastated clearing.
"Great moon!" Selene exclaimed. "Phillipe! We have to find out what happened to him." She jumped to her feet and changed, leaving the midnight wolf in her wake.
"I can't change." Donovan said, wincing. "I'm really sore still. Don't worry, I can walk."