Axel was lost.
He had only been to the Blood Moon once before, and he had been by his mother’s side the entire time. But he was ten years old now, too old to be tucked behind his mother’s skirt.
He had left her side not long after they had arrived, she had gone off with the other Lunas, first asking him if he was alright on his own.
Of course, he was alright on his own! He was the future Alpha of Winter!
But that was at least three hours ago, now, he was just Axel, the ten-year-old wolf lost in the forest.
He sat down with a heavy sigh.
His parents would be busy during the events, they wouldn’t notice he was missing for a long time. There was no point wandering around and getting even more lost.
Axel lay back in the cool grass and stared up at the moon.
It was strange to see it in this red glow. Scary, yet also calming.
He closed his eyes, crossing his hands over his chest; he breathed in the sweet scent of the night air.
