Back at the pack house.
As the faint breaking dawn light filters through the bedroom window, Daniel and I slowly stir awake from our peaceful slumber. We have spent the last three magical nights not within the familiar walls of our pack house, but in the kingdom where I was born. A tingling sensation of belonging, an undeniable sense of inner peace, is etched deep within my soul as if a missing piece of the puzzle had finally found its place.
It's at this moment that I found myself gratefully immersed in a peculiar sense of déjà vu, reminiscing on the time when the kingdom was my whole world, my sanctuary. The looming towers, the echoing corridors, the familiar laughter and chatter that brightened the halls, all those elements had once bestowed upon me the same feeling of home I now fel
