Victor’s POV
The pack and I ran until the waning red moon began to fade from the night sky. The sunrise was greeting us as we all stood near a stream one of the scouts had found, each and every one of us drinking our fill as we panted hard and fast. I didn’t know how long we had been running for, but I don’t think it would have ever felt like enough.
The smoke from my father’s pyre still decorated the sky, marking the direction we had started off from, and it wasn’t long before I gave the order to Hendrix and told him to lead the pack back to the main house. Tara came to my side as I waited for the entire pack to clear out, and Tristan came to our side with his mate in a farewell greeting.
There would be no reason for them to stay, not for now at least.
