THE MATE THE ALPHA NEVER CHOSE
I couldn't wrap my head around why I was a traveller—a supernatural being who could move from one place to another.
It was all just bonkers!
The issue was that there wasn’t much information about travellers. That old man, Darrel, seemed to be the only one, beside Clara, who knew anything about travellers. Even then, his knowledge was still very limited.
It still felt like one moment, I was just ordinary Ethan, and the next, I was wrapped up in all this supernatural bullshit, and now, I was a part of the bullshit myself.
Instead of heading to the bookshop, I took a detour to Brent's place. At least, now I had an assistant, so the store didn’t need me in it every time.