Chapter 16 Tournament

• Ian sat outside the cabin, under a tree at the backyard. The sun had set, and time was already ticking in the second session of the day. I crossed my hands, watching him from inside. He didn’t look OK. I felt this was the worst day of the days here in Ville culture for him.
• I should be out there keeping him company, but I didn’t think he wanted to talk to anyone at the moment, so I left him with his thoughts. What was he thinking about? What put him in a long mood like this?
• I left the glass of milk on the cabinet, untouched. I had lost my thirst for it. By the next sunset, we’ll be back in the silver city pack. I hoped the dead moods will remain in the Ville. I don’t think I could bare seeing the Alpha looking like this for any more days.