NATALIA
In the days after, the food market moved faster than I expected. We buried ourselves in work, got through the deadlines, and finally got the pack stabilized again. No distractions. No interruptions. We were efficient as ever as if Tristan finally got the motivation he needed to do everything.
And now we were here in Tristan’s car on our way to Lorelei.
The ride was quiet, too quiet for my liking. Tristan didn’t bother making small conversations like he usually did. Instead, he was focused on driving. The road ahead was empty, but he stayed laser-focused on it like it like he was too eager to reach our destination.
But everything in me was the opposite.
Especially my wolf. I feel it pacing restlessly, growling in clear protest of what we’re about to do.
Don’t let him do thi
