Dameon POV
I am seated at the head of the table in the conference room of my fortress, surrounded by my warriors, advisors, and lead hunters, engaged in the final planning of war. My Princess is close, I can feel her.
“According to the informant, the Princess is being kept at the Rosebud packhouse. The warriors will be making their way to our territory at dawn tomorrow morning, but the pack will remain heavily guarded.” Geoffrey advises.
“Fortunately, for me, reaching the Princess will not be an issue. I can feel her aura and should be able to shimmer right to her.” I say simply, before directing my attention to the leading witch, Narcissa, “The potion, is it ready?”
“Yes, my Lord.” Narcissa replies.
“And it will not harm my future Queen?” I pry.
“No, Sir. The potion will only sub
