Well, if things had gone according to plan, the silvery wolf would see his schemes come to fruition today. At least, close enough to today. He had been keeping an eye on the moon ever since his last dangerous jaunt to Antianeira territory. Firdaws had nearly ruined it for them all. Rorret had come up with the best excuse he could, but he knew perfectly well that Dios hadn't believed a word of it. Oh, blast the hunting master and his stupid appetites.
Well. At least that problem was solved, now.
On that bitterly amused thought, the nimble-bodied omega slid through the shadows toward their rendezvous spot. He wondered if Azalea would remember, if she would honor their bargain. He wondered, as well, whether luck had favored him.
