Chapter 47

Maddox. “Who was this man in your dream, Desiree?” The words rolled out on my tongue the moment we separated from each other. Her eyes twitched for a moment, there were still faint hints of fear sparkling in them. “I’ve met him once, when I ran away from the Pack back then and I certainly remember his features,” she said and I gulped down my saliva. “He had brown hair, sharp hazel eyes, tall like you…” My heart almost broke free from my chest hearing her description. It sounded awfully familiar and I dearly hoped it wasn’t the person I was thinking. “Are you sure?” my voice almost broke asking that and she nodded. I inhaled sharply, trying hard as much as possible to not let my fears paint my countenance. The last thing I wanted for her was to add to her worries. “There was one more thing,” she mentioned, tousling my thoughts. “He had a wolf face tattoo on the back of his left palm. My lips parted slightly in horrific awe. It was exactly the person I had in mind. Hunter, my brot