Nyxion's POV

I felt pain.

Warmth.

A strange, comforting yet dreadful sensation wraps around my chest. I couldn't see or hear or understand anything, but the desperate prance of my wolf in my head was enough to tell me everything.

Something was terribly wrong. Occasionally, I would see the forests, green luscious plants, and the beautiful sunset setting in the distance. Then I would see the palace, and the elders seated together at the same circular table they always did ...