Tristan sat across from his second-in-command, Maddock, in the small cabin where they lived on the outskirts of the territory, both of them watching the fire they had lit to keep warm. Tristan's thoughts were filled with thoughts of the night of the Blood Moon.
He thought he had left everything behind, his pack, his past, but somehow he had found himself tied to it in this prophecy that he couldn't escape. The visions, the pull he always felt towards her, were something he couldn't ignore.
“What's going on in that mind of yours again? "You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” his friend and second-in-command, Maddock, said, his voice pulling Tristan back to the present.
“It's this prophecy man” Tristan said, leaning forward.
“I need to find the answers that I seek for the prophecy.”
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