By the time Taiga left the Pack House Tent, the evening skies had already pulled itself like a blanket covering the lands. The feeling of crisp air caressing his face felt like a luxury. He couldn't help but unleashed a long sigh, expressing his exhaustion to the world.
Taiga could not believe that so much was capable of happening within a day's time. It was only early this morning when he and his warriors rode out from the Silver Moon camp to meet with those from New Moon.
It was only this morning when after nine long and excruciating years, that he encountered his fated mate again; Before promptly engaging in a physical hand to hand combat that came precariously close to snuffing out his short life.
And it was only today, where he traveled with his warriors to the community of New Moon, to engage in a frustrating but enlightening negotiation about the future of both tribes. Where he also gingerly mediated the future of his life with Alpha Tuzi, his true mate.
