The forbidden tradition

An ethereal voice spoke to him as his body was suspended in this cloud like dreamscape. “Your father came from a long line of great leaders but there is something you should kno—-“ The already distant voice was fading fast as his eyes opened just enough to let in the morning light. When he squinted awake the voice was gone. Having had this same dream every night since moving into the pack house, specifically sleeping in the same place as every past pack leader, he was getting more and more frustrated each night he did not hear the end of the message. It is known that the alpha bloodline share a seldom talked about trait. Dreamtelling is a superior strength among the dominant class but can also be seen as a formidable curse to those who experience it. Sure it is magnificent when you see something positive for your future or even for the future of your family. But when the message is negative or maybe even worse, incomplete, you start to see it as a burden. Mato This body was still so foreign to him which right now made him laugh. He had barely been able to get used to his new strength when he was moved to the largest building on the grounds. After his father had been retired due to an injury sustained in the last pack invasion attempt, his mother moved the family into a house on the far end of the pack territory. She knew the danger she had felt while living in the pack house