Darren stood on the shores of the Eastern Sea, staring out at the crashing waves as the moon was illuminated by the sea waters.
The sight was beautiful, enchanting even, yet Darren knew it was merely on the surface, the beauty of the supernatural realm was only surface deep.
Beneath the appearance lay the reality of evil plots, hunger for power and political machinations across every domain.
Although Darren knew this, there was just something about the sight that was calming and Darren felt his anger slowly ease away.
Now that his mind was clear and his wolf had receded to the background, Darren wondered how Zariah fared at the depths of the vast ocean.
Water was not her element and she had never truly acclimatized to it, now that she had spent so long beneath the sea, just how was she getting by?
"I can't find her Zari, if you were here...you would know what to do." Darren murmured to himself as he heaved a sigh.
