A dream doesn't become a reality through magic.

Beric was making his way around the perimeter of the island, stopping to mark the area with his scent, to let outsiders know it was claimed and they were trespassing. Since he found out that Horizon Ridge was unhappy with their current placement, he had increased the amount of rounds he did. He didn't want them making the mistake of thinking they could come here and start a war. Whether they liked it or not, this was the pack's home now, and he would not be run off from it just because they wanted to lay claim to lands they literally had no claim to. Anyone was free to hunt on them, unless they officially claimed them. Since they hadn't already, he figured they had no intention of doing so.

He paused on the shore and looked to the mainland. Their pack had increased in size, and if war did come, they had soldiers. Beric would be the first to offer himself up, as he was loyal to Majesty. Unbeknownst to him, however, Horizon Ridge held something more dear to him than loyalty: his family. Julooke and Verrine, who he didn't know where there, could break the loyalty he had to this pack, if he ever found them. For now, it seemed this war would keep them apart another day.