Tristan was about to panic but he soon realised he had fallen asleep. He continued to stare at his face until he also fell asleep.
A few hours later, he woke up in bed all alone.
He sat up quickly as he noticed the strange environment before he remembered he had returned to the pack house. He had spent such a long time with Agatha that he had gotten used to the old and bare walls of the room he used.
He came out of the room to an empty hallway before him, he frowned slightly as it was almost impossible for that to happen.
There were always people walking around or a guard in one place or another especially by the door if he was in the room like this.
This made the whole house so eerily quiet that he could hear his own breathing.
Still curious about everyone's whereabouts, he walked down the stairs and towards the front door.
That was when he heard it, loud clamouring and booing sounds from outside.
It was as if a riot was going on.
