ZAHRA
Two years went by in the blink of an eye after Tristan and I left Scarlet Meadows, and we were having the time of our lives.
Our first six months were spent on the road. We hopped from state to state, visiting new places and strengthening our mate bond. Whereas our days were quiet and peaceful, our nights were loud and heated. It was the prolonged honeymoon we never got to have during our old life as leaders, and we made the most of it.
Somewhere along the journey, we came across a small werewolf village on top of a mountain, where we decided to settle down. They took us in, allowing us to start over in a place where no one knew who we were. Tristan built us a small cottage just like he promised, and I finally felt at home. With each long, meaningful day that went by in our small
