Damian's P.O.V.
The moment Kiera’s words left her lips, a chill ran through me, colder than the wind whistling through the trees. My heart seized, my instincts screaming in the pit of my stomach. The pack house?
I tightened my grip on her, steadying her against the tremors shaking her body. Her words echoed in my mind as I tried to make sense of them. The pack house, burning—our home, everything we’d fought for. The vision wasn’t a mere warning; it was a call. Something was wrong, and it was more than just a threat. It was destruction, the kind that could tear our world apart.
“Kiera,” I said again, pulling her back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. “I need you to focus. What exactly did you see? Was it—was it a vision from the pup?” I could feel the knot in my chest tighteni
