Chapter 37: Out for a Drink

Tristan

I didn’t know why I was back here in Scotland. The reasons were obvious enough. Gawain was my cousin as well as my friend. And his death had prompted my uncle to want to mend the rifts between his pack and mine. He wanted to reconcile with me and my pack for having exiled my father and his pack all those years ago. I was only a boy when that happened and I didn’t understand the implications of it then, but now that I was older, I understood it pretty well. Though I truly didn’t understand my uncle's motives, if he had any at all. He was so adamant when he exiled our pack. I remembered the fire as his eyes glowed when he and my father exchanged their final words with each other.