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"The Past is not a compass for your future. Give yourself permission to chart a new course."

Time 9:30-10:15

A salt and pepper haired wolf with rich blue eyes sat alone at a table overlooking the city streets.

"Hello, Eliazar." A silver blonde haired wolf joined him.

"Lothaire..." The old wanderer eyed him.

They sat and drank coffee with rum, raw cane sugar, and butter. Watching the city partying below, another festival for the humans to celebrate and cover for old enemies to meet in truce.

"How are your granddaughters?" Lothaire asked conversationally.

"Still serving the Moon and still refusing to mate your nephews," Eliazar answered coolly.

Lothaire laughed. "I wouldn't wish my incompetent nephews on any shewolf."

A half-smirk formed on Eliazar's lips but faded quickly. "Then we agree on one thing for the first time since my daughter died."

Breathing out slowly, Lothaire blinked lazily. His eyes were filled with regret. "My father and brothers were fools..."

"How did Charles become Alpha and not you?" Eliazar asked a question that had nagged at him for over two decades.

Draining his cup, Lothaire poured more rum than coffee in it. "Charles had his oracle true mate, a royal choice mate, and a witch bolstering his wolf, while I was mourning Chanteliese and Tamaza..." He held up his hand to halt Eliazar's retort. "You know I loved her, my wolf had adored her since we were children. I would have made her Luna of Des Rues, but she chose Jude and the Moon."

"She died saving your nephew, your cousin Alpha Isaac's son." Eliazar revealed as Lothaire nodded thoughtfully. "I am sorry you lost your mate and pup."

"We were cursed and deserved it," Lothaire admitted.
The waitress brought their steaks and they ate in silence, finally Eliazar asked, "We were allies, why did Lordon attack us?"

"I am not really sure, Valeria was away as Delphi but already showing her weakness, and Charles convinced father that he needed Tamaza to be the Oracle of the Des Rues. Charles promised Valeria he would build a temple on Des Rues lands, but father wanted Tamaza, a true Delphi, to run it. The temple and school we have now is a joke. They don't have visions and half of the rooms house the witches of Charles' whore's coven." Lothaire pushed his plate away, the whole mess ruined his appetite. "Eliazar, who is this sun-worshiping wolf you granddaughters seek?"

"We don't know," Eliazar admitted honestly, he felt the nudge of the Moon to tell his ally turned enemy the truth. "Delilah can't see him, only the horror he is. He will bring the destruction of all wolves and war to the whole world if he isn't stopped. He is an apostate and deceiver who hates the Moon. Delilah says he is killing small packs who refuse to submit to him. That he offers weak wolves their heart's desire and all they have to give him is their soul. He is a bane disguised as a blessing, a testing for all wolfkind."

Lothaire nodded, then stood and threw several large bills on the table. "If I hear anything, I will let you know. I cannot let such a wolf gain influence over my idiot nephews... Good night, Eliazar."

"Be careful, Lothaire. The Moon has spared you from one who would be justified in his revenge, but more trials await you." The old wanderer warned. "The past is not a compass for your future. I will pray for you."

"Save your prayers, old wolf... I am more deserving of death than most." Lothaire walked away more troubled than when he had received the invitation. He and his wolf had the distinct impression Eliazar was trying to warn him about something specific, but Lothaire knew he was undeserving of any kind of grace. Looking up at the waxing half moon, he wondered if the Goddess was laughing at him.

TIME 45 Minutes W/C 631