CHAPTER 49: THE KING’S PROPHECY

DAMON’S (WOLF KING) POV The foundation of my palace shook as the ground underneath me shook furiously. The golden frames of the chandeliers above clinked together like menacing chimes of disaster as they swayed wildly. Glass fragments flew over the marble floor as paintings fell from the walls. My wolves' frightened cries reverberated through the corridors, causing my blood to boil with rage. With authority burning in my golden eyes, I bounded out of my chamber. "Find the source of this disturbance!" Above the commotion, my voice roared, sending warriors running in all directions. The most powerful stronghold in my realm, the palace, was trembling like a flimsy tent during a storm. The old stone walkways outside are broken by fissures. Under the strain of the earth's rapid shift, towers moaned. One by one, pillars and statues fell, and dust hung in the air. "My King!" Through the commotion came a quivering voice. I snapped around and saw the Keeper of the Archives running towar