The howl that eats the moon alive

"If you knew, little one, if only you knew what the moon knows. I wish you would be here with me. You have been my support as much as I have been yours. I see them, together, brother and sister reunited, and my heart cries. I cry for what we were and what could have been. Did I lose you, little one? Or did I lose myself?"

Jäwell grabbed the bottle next to him and sipped from it before realizing it was empty. He threw it with violence in the pile in front of him with the multiple other empty bottles. The prince passed a hand over his face, he opened his mouth, and his fingers caressed his fangs. There was laughter before a louder cry.

"Where are you?!"

Jäwell leaned his back against a tree, earlier, he had left Tarim and Talim enjoying their peace and headed straight to the first bar. After emptying the stocks seriously, he was gently kicked out and visited another bar, and another one, until guards gently asked him to return to the castle.