Damian’s POV
As I sat in the grand throne room, the weight of the meeting bearing down on me, a mist began to swirl at the corner of the room. Intrigued, I watched as the mist turned into the form of a shaman, his eyes filled with ancient wisdom.
"Alpha," he said, his voice carrying a tone of urgency. "There is a darkness creeping into your pack, a darkness that threatens to tear you apart."
I turned my head to look at him, my gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and frustration. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice laced with impatience. "I have enough on my plate as it is. I don't have time for your riddles."
The shaman's expression remained calm, unaffected by my dismissive tone. "Alpha, there is a war brewing within your pack," he said, his voice filled with a deep sorrow. "If left
