II

I quickly got dressed in the clothes Bridget had brought. Perfect size, huh, May must have a talent.

Bridget wasn’t in the room when I re-emerged. As I stood there, I had time to realize just how odd this felt.

Being in the alpha’s manor, in Tristan’s room, using his bathroom so freely, sleeping in his bed...

I didn’t even feel that weird about it because come to think of it, Tristan had been a part of me for almost four years.

I might have rejected him but the bond still existed.

We might have avoided each other like the plague but we still had been very conscious of eachother’s existence.

Just knowing that someone is always around, someone who’s supposed to be that special to you

creates a relationship no matter how strange or non intimate.

I made my way out of the room. A couple of maids who had been standing in the hallway talking

hastily bowed before scurrying away.

I frowned, what was that about?

Retracing my steps as best as I could, I started heading back to where I knew the k