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DAMIEN

In my dreams, I saw fire raging down on my pack. Witches were killing my people off like they were nothing. Hunters who only had to use their bare hands and weapons suddenly had super strength and sharp reflexes, and were killing off my pack warriors with ease.

It was like they had formed an alliance, because I guessed the witches must have given them some powers in order to help them with the war.

In my dreams, I ran up and down the battle ground, jumping over burning corpses and ripped up parts as I searched for Amaira.

I ran and ran and ran as fast I could, Killing witches in my way while yelling her name, and yet she didn't reply.

Suddenly I ran into Jason.

"You." I growled, but the sinister smirk on his face did not falter. For someone who was on the war ground, his clothes were untouched, and not a strand of his hair had come undone

Unlike me.

My hear was a ruffled mess, tinted with blood as red as Crimson, and my shirt was half burnt, exposing the side of my ches