Darius looked away when she looked back at him. When he lifted his head, she had already gone with the Moonseeker. He looked down at his bare feet and exhaled slowly.
It was for the best. They had to distance themselves as much as possible.
Darius knew he had angered Serena. He was a bit uncomfortable with it, the way she looked at him like a hostile stranger.
But if he limited how often they crossed paths, if he kept his head down and stayed focused, he'd survive it, eventually.
After a while, he began to pace around the temple. He went to every corner and soon began to look at the stone carvings.
Nothing of importance to him. He knew the stories behind each of these carvings, the same stories he had grown up hearing from his mother. She had adored this place, told him each tale like it was scripture.
He stopped at one that had a crude drawing of a couple under the moonlight, holding hands. They were fated mates, and shared the most revered bond given to werewolves.
