PARTIAL BOND

Donald

The nightmares came hunting again.

The roars, the cries of terror, the flames, the commotion all came hunting him in the darkness.

Donald, run!

The horrific face of my mother flashed in my mind. My father, the Lycan King, stood by her side, his once stoic and bold expression now replaced by sheer devastation and anguish.

Those eyes… they were full of guilt. Guilt for failing to end the war. Guilt for failing to protect his ...