A while later, and Aster had snuggled back into his warm spot against Stahl's fur, as the beast just held him closely while the human vented his worries from the day's events before he eventually fell off into a peaceful sleep.
Stahl could never admit how afraid she had been of Aster that day, how afraid of such insidiously dark, raw, and out of control the power he somehow wielded had been. A sentiment she shared with Prince Tyfin.
For the second night in a row, the she-wolf had managed little rest, so instead, she just looked up to the waxing moon, anxiously awaiting the approaching time when it would shine in her favor, and finally bring word to ease their troubled minds. Or so she had hoped, anyway.
In truth, her biggest fear was that neither her father nor her brother would ever answer her call again.
Shaken by her inner turmoils, Stahl held Aster just a bit tighter, not willing to lose yet another person she cared about.
