Tristan’s POV
After I had marked my mate, the next ritual that would follow was the running ceremony. It is a ritual that must be performed because that's how it has been done even before I was born. You know, like a tradition that dates back generations.
It is during this ceremony that werewolves who don't have a mate and can’t wait for their fated mate, probably because they felt they had waited for too long, would be asked to choose a mate during some activities after the run.
“Tell me more about this running ceremony,” Callista demanded, her lips protruding in a sulky pout.
“You really seem eager to know,” I giggled, tauntingly.
“As the Luna of this pack, that I am,” she paused and squared her shoulders arrogantly as a small smile appeared at the corner of her lips. “Don’t yo
