TRISTAN
Once we finished our final meal for the day, I went back to my room. I put on clean clothes after a much needed shower, and though it was quite late, I didn’t feel like sleeping yet. Instead, I decided to go for a run. Maybe it would give me new ideas for my next non-date date with Zahra.
I had gone out for many late-night runs after I returned to Scarlet Meadows. Due to the pack’s lack of acceptance of my presence, I refrained from leaving the room during the day to avoid their disapproving stares. As the days went by, their wariness seemed to turn into indifference, and I felt more comfortable walking around. Still, I found running to be a good way to clear my mind and reconnect with my wolf.
Although tonight, Cypress was silent as the grave. There were no howls, no purrs. He
