The large palace has grown quiet with only the miserable looking guards stationed at their assigned areas. The unlucky ones picked to do duties during the rare Blue Moon. Lazarus's shoes click-clack on the polished wooden floors as he passes them, unfazed and uncaring of their misery. Lazarus feels withdrawn and dejected too, knowing that the rituals have started and he won't get to participate with his given mate. Even with her slowly responding to the bond, she is still far from accepting. He will never truly be satisfied until she sinks her teeth into his neck, claiming him as her own, just as he has done. The thought only makes him lick his lips in anticipation for the day. He can only hope it isn't too far away. Oh, how he has fallen. Just the other day he was swearing never to let he
