A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 16

I've gotten the most sleep in the last day than I have in the last year and half. I feel so lazy and useless. I could be up and doing something but nope, here I am sleeping because I'm not allowed to get up. Just like right now, when I fell asleep, again.

I opened my eyes, but I wasn't in the bare room in Logan's house. No. This place was bright and colorless. Nothing but the color white as far as the eye can see. I looked down and it saw I was standing on what looked like a cloud.

Did I finally die in my sleep? This place is too pretty and clean for where I should be if I was dead.

"Maxine, you're not dead," said a very wistful, elegant voice.

"Where else could I be then?" I questioned the voice, totally ignoring the fact that she used my full name.

"We're in a dream, and I brought you here for some reasoning," This elegant voice continued.

"Who are you? And what do you mean by 'some reasoning'?" I asked, looking around to try and find who was talking.

Just as I finished, lady appeared in front of me. She probably was the most beautiful woman I have every seen. Long dark brown hair, large silver eyes, porcelain pale skin, a long silver dress to match her eyes. I suddenly felt self conscious being around her.

"For your first question, you can call my... Rose, and for your second question, I brought you here because I wanted to talk to you about the people you've just met."

This isn't couldn't be real... can it?

I woke up with a sharp intake of breath. The room was dark and I couldn't really see anything. It took a minute for eyes to adjust and I looked around. I was alone in the room, I suddenly felt a longing for Logan, I wanted to go and find him. It's like I didn't have control over my body as I stiffly scooted out of the warm bed and walked out of the room.

I had to walk up the stairs and I prayed I wouldn't wake anyone up. Then came the other hard part where I had to guess which room was his. The first door I came to was painted pink and I just had this slight feeling that wasn't his room, hope I wasn't wrong. The next door and just stopped. Logan said his mom was a light sleeper so I had a chance of waking her up and getting caught in my search for Logan. I cringed as I opened the door and peeked in, I silently sighed in relief as I saw Logan's large frame sprawled out across his bed.

I tip-toed over to his bed and checked to see if he was asleep, which he thankfully was. I crawled up onto the bed and laid next to him on top of the blankets and stared at him. I had to admit, he was handsome. He was on his back and the blanket only came up to his waist so his whole torso was bare. Logan was built. I wanted to run my hand over his washboard abs, but I didn't want to chance him waking up.

Logan had four scars that were about an inch apart from one another going from his right shoulder to about the middle of his stomach. What was this from? It had to be some type of animal... but what kind of animal.