Casimir remembered the day he met Mingan Weylyn; a mere two weeks ago now. The day that he woke from his reoccurring dream. At least, it started off as a dream.

It was a sunny afternoon, the sounds of the Whitecrown camp around him as he lounged on a bench at the edge of the dusty training clearing. His sons Rai and Finn were abandoning their training to wrestle each other into the dirt. Ara, his beloved soulmate, padded toward him with her father, Alpha Brishen, who had just come back ...