(Tristan POV)
"Maybe you should take some rest," Malcolm said as I hummed. I didn’t look up at him as I continued to do my work.
It's been a week since the incident. Since then I have immersed myself in work.
Narah was becoming more and more distant. She doesn’t even want to be in the same room as me. I only get to see her in the dining room and she sits and the other end, as far as she can.
She has become distant with everyone as if she is dreading each day.
Everything having around me was frustrating. On one side my mate refuses to talk to me and on the other side, we are trying our best to find what those creatures are. We tried to search the entire forest but we couldn’t find it.
"Tristan that is enough" Malcolm once again spoke before slamming his hand over my paper. "You need
