Alex Ramsey and his boyfriend Nate Anderson were up again.
After having gone back to their tent for more privacy and intimacy now that the sun was rising for the day, once their immediate needs were sated, Alex explained the dream to his lover.
"So, someday we're married, our respective careers are taking off, and we adopt a little girl named Alice, like the Twists did with Ben?" asked Nate, even as one werewolf curled up in the other's arms.
"That's about the gist of it," said Alex, while lovingly caressing Nate's pelt. "I don't know when exactly this happens, but I figure she has to be some species of were too. Moon Lake is progressive enough to allow a same gender couple to adopt a child, but they won't let any were couple adopt a normal child unless there's absolutely no other option available."
"Has anyone ever figured out the source or the accuracy of these prophecy dreams, for lack of a better term?" asked Nate, while snuggling closer to Alex.
"No, to both," replied Alex. "I've heard of plenty of weres who have them, but usually not until adulthood, and I've yet to hear of any that didn't come true."
"No normals?"
"I'm sure they have dreams, but not like this. It just seems to be a were thing. Like the big were god in the sky is telling you everything will be all right."
"Well, I know what my version of the dream told me more than anything else," said Nate, while looking at his boyfriend.
"What?" asked Alex.
"That we live happily forever after," Nate said with a smile on his muzzle, before initiating a new series of kisses that led to another round of hot werewolf on werewolf sex, before they fell asleep in each other's arms for a morning nap.
MEANWHILE...
Harry Jenkins got up before his fiance Jenny Harper and left the bedroom they were sharing just long enough to warn his parents not to ask if she slept well when they eventually came down for breakfast.
His folks were starting to get used to seeing a werefox walking around their house, especially when it spoke with their youngest son's voice.
"Is she all right?" asked his mother.
"Jenny will be a whole lot better once the creeps behind all her troubles are nothing more than an unpleasant memory," said their son, before going back to his room.
There, Harry was surprised that Jenny was now up although like him, was still in her were form. The golden blonde of the werevixen's fur coat looked beautiful to him in the morning light.
Then again, Jenny always looked great to him, for Harry would be the first to admit his opinion of the love of his life was highly biased.
But what surprised Harry the most was that Jenny was on her cellphone, talking to the leader of the Skulk, Mrs. Tachibana no Akane herself.
"So if the police still have the henchman's cell, use it to text Dieter Wilhelm that all's proceeding as planned, or however that should be phrased in their language. That should buy everyone some time and ally Dieter's suspicions if he and his flunky were on a set contact schedule," suggested Jenny.
"I will have to discuss that with the police, but personally I like the idea," Harry's keen werefox ears heard Akane say on the other end. "But how is everyone there?"
"As well as can be expected, under the circumstances," was Jenny's only reply.
"I understand. As soon as you have eaten and are ready to talk to her, please call that number I gave you and Keiko will make arrangements to visit and formalize your remaining wedding arrangements," said Akane.
"I will, and Mrs. Tachibana?"
"Yes?" asked the lady on the other end of the conversation.
"Thank you for everything," Jenny said with a smile on her muzzle before hanging up.
ELSEWHERE...
Dressed for a casual morning around the house, Samantha and Frances Twist were sitting at their dining room table, sharing a pot of decaf tea and the Sunday morning Moon Lake Gazette between them, when their werecat hearing detected the sound of their son Ben inserting his house key into the front door.
"Good morning ladies," Ben said with a smile, carrying in the bag of groceries he and his girlfriend Kenya Adaeze stopped to get on their way back to the Twist house.
"Do you need any help?" Frances asked, as Samantha started to rise.
"No Mrs. Twist, but thank you for offering," said Kenya, while securing the door behind her. "The two of you have been so kind and accepting of me since I started dating your son, cooking breakfast is just my small way of saying thank you and presenting another opportunity for all of us to sit down and get to know each other better."
"Well, you're under no obligation, but if you need any help..." offered Samantha.
"That is very kind of you. Benjamin, would you please show me the kitchen?" asked Kenya.
Ben just simply smiled and led her to the room in question.
When they were alone in the dining room again, Samantha turned to her wife and whispered, "I also think Kenya wants a chance to show off her cooking skills to prove Ben won't starve if they ever get married."
"Maybe, but is that such a bad thing?" asked Frances in return.
Samantha looked back at the closed kitchen door, thought about how happy her son looked with Kenya, and said, "No. It isn't."