_Aaron's POV_
I used to think that stories about dark magic were merely tales passed down through generations. Yet, as I sat there, absorbing every word the seer spoke, I couldn't deny the reality of the situation we were in.
Gone were the days when I could dismiss such notions as mere superstitions. My father's stern orders to create a protection barrier around our territory had once seemed unnecessary to me, but now I understood the wisdom behind his actions.
I recalled how my father had meticulously collected blessed items over the years. Pieces of silver that had been passed down through generations, crosses and relics that had been an integral part of our pack's history, all now took on a newfound significance.
I realized that my father's actions weren't based on mere paranoia; h
