Tristan's POV

"Delilah, wait!" I called after her, but she was already gone disappearing down the hallway like a ghost.

Every instinct I had screamed at me to chase her and explain. My wolf, D, was clawing at my insides, howling with pain at the hurt in our mate's eyes.

Go after her! D snarled in my mind. Fix this! She's hurting!

I took a step toward the door my body moving without conscious thought.

"Tristan." Sera stopped me. "Don't."

I stopped, my hands clenching into fists. "She's in ...