His Moment

He was kind, patient.

Then there was the first time I saw him smile. Everything I’d thought about him before that had shattered and I’d felt true desire. Beginning to realize he was far different then he’d first seemed.

“There’s more to it than just guarding me.” I said to Aviari, watching his face carefully.

“You’re right.” He said in a strained voice. “Though he would rip my throat if I let something happen to you, this is not my fight.”

“But it’s your sister!” I argued.

“Yes. And she knows I love her. But this,” He gestured to the entirety of the camp. “All of this. Is his night.”

His?

Killian’s?

“For what?”

“To become what he really is.” Aviari smiled proudly.

Looking up at the pink moon he added. “Under a Mating Moon, no less. Isn’t that fitting?”

His head dropped and he was giving me a pointed study.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because