โพ ๐ผ๐ก๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ ๐๐: ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช โพ
โฅเนโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโเนโฅ
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ on a full-swing. Lycans decorated every inch of the pack grounds - flower decorations hanging on the walls of the houses, stalls around the corners and jubilation in the air.ย
The Ritual of Winter marked the beginning of a new season. Yet Esmeray knew somewhere in her heart, that the past will not let the mythicons thrive in the future. The undoing of their ancestors will create a wreck.ย
Sleep became a bane - only nightmares plagued her when she closed her eyes. Damon had not even risen, but his aura and magic haunted her. The uneasiness in her heart could not be ignored. The magic was warning her - something was going to happen. And it wasn't going to be in their favor.ย
"You can feel it too, right?" a voice interrupted her chain of thoughts.ย