[Zane Eliezer’s POV]
That night I couldn’t sleep. The words Master Jald told me kept on repeating in my head in alpha Eliezer’s voice. I couldn’t sleep anyway, so I did some reading. Peering at the crescent moon playing hide and seek with the clouds in the night sky, I sat at my study desk, leafing through pages of magic and mysteries that once were fantasy for me.
The pendant glowed and Diren appeared in his tiny wolf form, sitting on the page I was reading. “Can’t sleep?”
“Hm.”
“I understand.” Unlike always, he was calmer, quieter, and organised. He flew over and sat on my shoulder. “What is it with you today?” I asked.
“Nothing, I want to be sad today.” He replied.
“Why?”
“Because…” He gazed at the moon. “... the moon seemed to be crying too.”
I looked at the moon, “it’s not.”
