*Tristan*

Early the next morning, the day after Mark’s poisoning, I am up before the crack of dawn and outside near the gate, down the road from the castle, pacing.

The other Alphas are busy, and that’s for the best. They don’t need to know what I'm up to. Not yet anyway.

Recently, the four of us have been acting like we have one head and can’t make any decisions for ourselves. Every time one of us gets mildly “out of line,” Mark throws a hissy fit like a little ...