With the raising moon, the setting sun dueled for dominion over the sky. However, it was a losing battle as the stars above began to twinkle in support of the night's reign. Asani always treasured the nighttime, so cool and calm compared to the harshness of the sunlight. It was the only time that he felt unhindered, thanks to the secrecy the darkness provided he could run freely throughout the woodland without the threat of being spied on by passersby. He had clothed himself, in more suitable attire, forgoing the leather Bartholomew offered, for some of Solomon's more practical clothing of black jeans, and a tee.
Gazing upon Harlow, who too was dressing, he wondered how she had chosen him over everything else. Yet she had, and it seem as if he would always be her number one choice. This
