Damion's POV
I wasn't sleeping well the past few days as it rarely came easily to me.
Of course it wouldn't come easily when there was tension rising in the pack and when the shadows of war stretched long over everything.
But then it suddenly felt as though something strange and powerful met me and that something felt more like a vision than a dream.
I stood in the grand hall of the Moon Shield Pack...my pack, while sunlight poured through the crystal windows like molten gold.
Warriors bowed while courtiers smiled. The pack prospered because there were no fears, no threats, and especially no Henry.
I turned to look at Elara who stood beside me. She was dressed in silver-white ceremonial robes, with her hair braided with moonstone threads. Her eyes were bright and soft as she reache
