TRISTEN
The Tracker wolf opens his eyes for what feels like the 700th time since he’s slunk into bed sometime around midnight and groans into his pillow.
His window is open and there’s a cool draft wafting in.
The night beyond it is quiet, so quiet he can hear scurrying wildercoons ravaging the dumpsters almost three blocks away
He should be asleep.
His blanket and bed sheets lie in a tangled mess around his legs.
He should have been asleep a long time ago.
But his mind refuses to shut up and his body would not calm down.
In hindsight, he should not have followed her.
But it had been late and dark and there was someone going around kidnapping and killing protectors.
He’d been about to leave Keeper’s manor after a meeting with Commander when he smelt her.
He always smelt her befo
