With his family tucked safely within the walls of their new, more permanent den, Nemean felt safe to leave the pups in Fleetwoods paws and head out to hunt.
Well. Eventually. He wanted to make a pit stop first, one that involved the High Priestess. Nem had made his decision and this time, he wanted to do things correctly. Not having an Alta, his Alta Donna, preform a Nightshade ceremony was a thorn in his heart.... but that, too, was a path he'd chosen.
Part of him wondered what Piper would think of his chosen fiance. What Valerie would think. But that part of his life, while he would always embody it, was behind him. He had to raise the next generation of Nightshades away from The Family.
This time, with a heart full of love and a mate who showed no inclination of showing him anything else, Nemean was ready to make good on his promise to name a new Nightshade. Perhaps Valeska would let him apply some of his own traditions in whatever ceremony The Five would have.

The hunter found her without much trouble, though he felt bad for the hour.

Valeska?