A Granted Request

Damon woke up earlier than usual the next morning. He’s certain he dreamed of something, but couldn’t remember what it was. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. It was 10 am now, he overslept for the first time in very long years.

As soon as Harper left his room last night, he laid down and sleep visited him like an old friend. The next minute he was in deep slumber, awakened in a different world in his dreams which now he can’t remember.

He stretched his hands and neck as he opened the window. Indeed, it was broad daylight outside. The men of the camp just arrived from the forest gathering woods for cooking. The women were drying clothes under the heat of the sun. He scanned around looking for his queen but she was nowhere in sight.

After a quick wash of his face, he went out to the camp grounds. Most of the white wolves greeted him. Those who were wounded from the past attack has now recovered. He was pleased to see that most of the damages from that last unfortunate event’s starting to