MORGAN
The city of Cambiador came into view. The pristine white of the buildings stood out against the heavy green foliage that surrounded the werecat capital.
It was a beautiful city, a magnificent kingdom. I had been here several times with Hunji in the past few years and every time I was amazed by the enchanting scenery.
I turn to look at my wolfman, his serious and concentrated face focused on the road ahead. He had withdrawn into himself even more since Lamia and Kellen had returned. Though, I had an inclining that his quietness had more to do with the vision I had been having lately than the upcoming battle we faced.
Ascena had told me once that my visions were a possibility, the most likely outcome, and were never set in stone. She was right, I had learned that over the years
