The arrangements are on a going full bore. Lycans improved every last trace of the pack grounds - bloom enrichments holding tight the walls of the houses, slows down around the corners and celebration in the air.
The winter custom denoted the start of another season. However Esmeray knew some place in her heart, that the previous won't let the mythicons flourish from now on. The fixing of their progenitors will make a disaster area.
Rest turned into a blight - just bad dreams tormented her when she shut her eyes. Damon had not even risen, yet his emanation and sorcery tormented her. The anxiety in her heart couldn't be overlooked. The wizardry was cautioning her - something planned to occur. Furthermore, being in their favor wasn't going.
"You can feel it as well, right?" a voice interf
