Firefly Festival: The Starting Line

As Imperia and Solitude found Lou in the sky Rhyme’s blue and lavender eyes would fall on Theo’s tall form. The slate alpha made his way closer to her as he skimmed over the other wolves that gathered. He couldn’t miss Ashmedai, which caused that all too familiar pang in his heart. He hated how their relationship had deteriorated, but he sook the thoughts from his head. He had to get in the game, this was a fun event and he couldn’t dwell on the unchangeable.

Rhyme couldn’t help but offer Samara a good luck wink before nudging Theo’s shoulder. ”Good luck, kid. You’ll need it if you want to beat your pop.” He chuckled deeply as his joints bent and his limbs coiled, ready to the starting line to race.