Chapter 168. Is He Still Mad?

For the first time in a long time, I felt joy. Pure, untainted joy. The world in my dream was warm and filled with light. I stood in a meadow that stretched endlessly, the golden hues of the sun kissing my skin. 

The air was fragrant with wildflowers, and a gentle breeze carried a sense of peace I had never known. 

I was strong here—not just physically but in a way that made me feel whole. My body moved with the grave I’d ever possessed, and when I looked down, I saw the telltale glow of my wolf’s presence, a shimmering aura of power that radiated confidence. 

That was how I knew it was a dream and not real life. It was all too perfect. I was way too used to my reality of a sh*tty life that when I experienced this Utopia, I knew that it was not real. It had to be a dream. 

And it was. 

I woke up, my eyes opening to reality. The storm had quieted and the faint light of dawn crept through the cracks in the curtains, painting the room in