My body is sore in places but no real harm had come to me from my mock fight with the alpha of Diveen. I had nearly jumped at the chance to shed the blood from an Angel but… things were not like they were when I was a child. No longer were there quarrels between those of Demonic and Angelic blood – hell, there were barely any Demons left in Moladion. I knew that I had to change this. I couldn’t let it all die and that is my new mission.

For now I will finish my tasks for Aithne and secure my place among the Elite Guard of the moorland as I had promised. My trek from Diveen to Taviora was a long one and took nearly three days but I had finally made it. Trouble had not encountered me in the midst of my journey and for that I was grateful because I was aware that I could not be the only one desiring such a rank. I couldn’t have anything slowing me down – not even these delightful little harlots crying for attention in winter’s time.

I skirted around the outer rim of the forest territory, the morning sun now reflecting golden rays off of the pristine snow that coated the land before me, some trails being trampled into the otherwise untouched earth. I was ready to start this final request and learn what I could from some lucky pack wolf here. My movements were fluid as I jogged around the border and sent a short call into the air for someone to meet with me. Surely they wouldn’t deny my presence – if not for my call then my utterly handsome features. What woman could ignore? I doubt there were many male healers, there always seemed to be a shortage, but if one were to show instead then who is to say he wouldn’t be affected by my good looks too.

My head turned quickly to the side as the appearance of another caught my ears and eyes of gray and gold meet with the stranger who has heeded my howl.