Plan before full moon

"One hour remaining!" Fenrir exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he surveyed the surroundings of the magnificent dome. His gaze shifted to Edona, who sat in the corner, her once radiant face now pale and devoid of its usual kindness. The air was tense, charged with emotions as he approached her cautiously.

"Fenrir," Edona's voice trembled with a mix of anger and sorrow. "How could you? After all, we've been through, how could you go against my wishes? How could you do this to your own offspring?"

Fenrir's expression turned solemn as he knelt beside her, his eyes reflecting regret. It was conflicting emotion for him, as he had never experienced so many things in a small period of time, just like Edona and this new feeling didn't really feel pleasant to him.