Blood Moon Date Night

Though he hadn't always been the nicest of wolves, Saracyn was doing his damnedest to make himself better in the wake of the loss of his children and the growth he had been forced to endure through the trauma. One of those many points of growth was realizing that he was not infallible, not this perfect being his spiritual beliefs had once had him believing. The Ancients had dealt him a savage blow to his ego, reminding him of his mortality, and in that awakening Saracyn was doing his best to atone for the arrogant pride that had brought him to that fall. That included making amends with Scylla and Albion. He hadn't treated them well in his youth and it felt like the right place to start. Scylla had been one of the few wolves to not see him as being lesser for being born male in a female-dominated family. She'd been mostly kind and hell even playful with him if he was honest—not to mention their little tryst after she darted him out in the woods. That night still played in Sara's mind from time to time. And even when all was said and done, she had still chosen to stay in Elysium with her brothers to his family's benefit. Scylla had proven her loyalty tenfold and all he'd repaid her with so far was snark.

The crimson brute had asked Scylla out to join him for a moonlit walk and a bit of wine as a first step to rebuilding a bridge between them. As simple as it was, this was a huge step for Saracyn. Admitting fault and owning his wrongdoings were not things the Mendacium prince had ever been good at, but he was going to try. He wanted to show Scylla he was worth believing in. He arrived at the rendezvous spot amidst the many scattered boulders of the rock garden just before midnight, a bottle of one of the finer wines they'd purchased from the Hallows in his jaws. A full moon hung high in the inky black sky, cascading silver light across the world. Nearby, the dark ocean waves glittered in the moonlight, and a warm late spring breeze rippled through the night. It was all very tranquil and picturesque. Now all he needed to do was wait for the little slate fae to make her appearance.

"Saracyn Mendacium"