It's been three whole days had passed since my conversation with Michele at the sandwich shop, and I hadn't seen Tristan or Ethan once.

At first, I'd been hurt. Then worried. Then... honestly? A little bit relieved.

The peace was nice. No drama. No confrontations. No confusing mixed signals or accusations I didn't understand. Just work, sleep, and the simple routine of trying to survive each day.

Even better, the pack members had mostly stopped harassing me. Oh, they still stared and ...