Gale held his breath.
He knew that Swan in this dream wasn’t the same Swan in real life. This Swan was much more confident and outspoken. She was also very proactive, unlike the timid Swan in real life.
Gale quickly rationalized Swan’s words as a mere dream and nodded, "I can’t keep my mind off the idea that you might have some kind of mysterious power. That’s the only possible answer to how you could stay unharmed when Rock Silverfang attacked you."
"You will get the answer later," Swan smiled. "Now, why don’t we go to your mother? I want to see her."
Gale smiled. He held her hand and led Swan to a small cave shrouded with leaves that hid what was inside.
His mother was sitting outside, eating what seemed to be a strange fruit that Swan had never seen before.
She looked old—probably in her seventies in human age, but her back was still straight, and she still had that charisma befitting of a former Luna of the Storm Pack.
"Mom..." Gale whispered before rushing towards his mother and hugged her tightly. "Mom!"
"W-wha—! You surprised me! What’s wrong, Gale? It’s so rare for you to hug me like this."
This was the first time in any of his dreams that his mother was still alive.
It had been a long time since he saw her face, and it made him emotional.
"Gale? Are you alright?"
"I didn’t feel alright before, Mom. But I feel good now that I’ve seen you alive."
"What are you saying? Just because I’m old, doesn’t mean I’m dying!"
Gale chuckled. Unfortunately, both in this dream and in real life, his mother never knew that she would die a gruesome death during the massacre.
Gale hugged her for a while before letting her go and took a step back.
"I brought someone special with me today, Mom."
Gale stepped aside to show Swan, who had been standing in silence for a while. His mother was surprised to see a woman she had never seen before, "Oh? Who is she, Gale? Is she the one you want to mate with?"
"Yes, she is... my fated mate," Gale claimed as he returned to his beloved’s side. "Her name is Swan."
"Swan, I see..." Gale’s mother looked at Swan, inspected her from head to toe, and smiled, "She’s gorgeous. I can see why you want her to be our pack’s Luna. Now, tell me, which pack do you come from, Swan?"
"I’m just a human, Ma’am," Swan replied politely.
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