(CEDRIC)
War!
That was the least thing I prayed for, but that's the least thing I'm scared of.
I've been to a couple of them. I've soiled my had with the blood my foes; human, fellow werewolves, imps, fairies, elves, name them, I've slain many without a drop of pity, but I can't explain why I felt overwhelmed by fear in the dream.
Such had never happened to me, but I felt the dream was a message. War might be hanging around, and I must do everything possible to avoid it, or it would happen when we least expected it.
I sat up in bed and yawned. It was already a bright morning, and the light of the sun had filled my room through the windows whose curtains were parted.
I stretched my arms and rolled out bed, but even as I made out of the room to yawn under the sun, the dream kept on flashing in my mind.
I know many packs dream to bring war to us because they had not been able to snatch an inch of our lands ever since I became the alpha.
