Fireflies in Moonlight [boyxboy]

Book 2 of Rewritten: The Inamorate Saga.
In the wake of war, with the lands still ravaged and generations still reeling; peace lay in the balance. Peace brought upon through exile and the threat of genocide, peace holding only at the very edges of society. History was told through tales of woe, and spoken in words of victory, both true in their own right. There had been a stillness that had fallen, a silence that had created the foundations of what some might call the future. Through that stillness, one creed had flourished, whilst the other had rebuilt what little they could from the ashes they had.
Kija could wait no longer. He had given the wolves their time, had waited with bated breath until the moment he hoped for had arisen. Now was the time to accept that that moment would never come, choke down the bitter pill that was their reality. There would be no mercy, no sympathy. And who was to expect as such? It was Kija's people, Kija's blood, that had brought about such conflict, and their people were to suffer the consequences.
Regardless, Kija wouldn't act with hope. He couldn't wish for anything other than the bare minimum. He had one goal, one aim, and then he, too, could move on with those around him. Kija would confront the wolves, meet with the Crown Prince of his sworn enemy. He would beg, plead, drop to his knees. Whatever was necessary. Kija would bow to those that opposed him not for himself, not for his own future, but for that of his King. Kija would bring Rammone home, and Kija would reunite him with his love.