He looked at her stilled body. The only life he could indicate was the slow movement of her chest. She was unconscious, he knew. He was fighting every instinct in himself to not go to her and tug her at his chest, keeping her warm. Ruslan lost himself when he woke up from his seat and slowly made his way towards Rosamund. Her silk dress was darkened because of the dirt and rain. The sound of crickets disturbed the tranquility of where he sat. Ruslan lifted his gaze from her body and looked at the Blue Moon. It was the bane of his existence, this blue moon. Only the wolf clans knew what the Blue Moon meant to the wolves.
There was a myth that said that The Goddess Lucina looked down at Wasiz through the Blue Moon. It was once when she was looking that she saw a creature, not quite human n
