Tristan excused himself from Sophia and made his way towards the mysterious figure, who was still watching from the shadows. As he approached, the figure turned and disappeared into the crowd. Tristan followed his senses on high alert. He weaved through the villagers, his eyes scanning the sea of faces. The figure darted down a narrow alleyway, and Tristan pursued.
The chase was on!
Tristan ran through the winding streets, his feet pounding the cobblestones. He leapt over market stalls and dodged startled villagers. The figure led him on a wild goose chase, always staying just out of reach. They ran through the village square, past the old fountain, and into the nearby forest. Tristan's werewolf senses kicked in, and he picked up speed. He could smell the figure's scent, a mix of leather
