Tristan

I stormed through the pack house seeing red, my wolf snarling for blood.

She'd played me. That manipulative, lying bitch had played me from the very beginning.

"Tristan!" Michelle called from behind me. "Wait! You need to think about this!"

"I've thought enough," I snarled, not slowing down. "I'm done thinking, done being patient, done being the fool who believed every lie she fed me."

"You don't know they were lies!" Michelle caught up, grabbing my arm. "Those photos could be ...