He stood by the parapets with a goblet of wine in his hands. It was almost dawn.
The events of the previous night blurred in his memory. He only remembered seeing her run away. His Lycan rejected her on the spot and would have killed her if he hadn't intervened.
The blood moon was finally over. He could lock the dreadful beast away and go on with his life.
And properly apologize to Claire… for everything that happened.
They hadn't properly seen each other for nigh a week…
"You should sleep. Those Rogues gave us a good fight." Andon said, drawing up beside him.
Yeren only gave him a sideward glance.
"I'm happy to see you - for once in my life - Your Grace. May the blood moon never come until your death." Andon raised his glass to toast.
Yeren nodded and raised his glass as well.
"How was the council?"
Andon slapped his back affectionately.
