Wedding under the Moonlight (6)

Einar smirked as he saw Harry rushing off after his newly found mate. Tonight was not the night he would find her, though. For some reason, the gods told Einar to keep an eye on the rogue lycan as though Harry might be something more than what he currently was- A jokester playboy. Sure enough, the warlock had seen him fight and protect Aila, but he still had a long way to go to mature.

From where the warlock was sitting, this was allegedly the first step towards what the lycan was meant to be. Einar shrugged. It didn't matter to him. He was always jumping from person to person like a guide, sometimes interacting with them. Mostly he did not. Though now he had countries and people aware of his striking features and some of the possible abilities he held.