Silver lake (The city of wolves) was brimming with life and activities as usual. The moon, which was the only source of light, was full and shining down on them, just the same as every other Mating ceremony.
Veron peeled his eyes from the moon and let out a scoff. They just arrived at Silver lake and were heading to the plaza in the heart of the city where the main event was taking place.
"Funny how she never fails to show up for this ceremony but is always absent when you need her the most." Veron's voice broke the hours-long silence, following his scoff.
"Who?" Skye probed, puzzled as Veron just broke his habit of never speaking a word throughout the journey to their hometown.
"Selene, of course," Veron answered, again surprising Skye. This was strange, however, he decided against dwelling on it. Moreover, Veron what Veron said confused him.
"Selene? The moon goddess?" Skye asked, not recalling any other person of importance bearing that name.
