TRISTAN

The moment Jackson dropped his card for me and I saw the address written boldly on it, I knew.

I knew before I even drove there.

It was his house.

Nyra had been living with him.

Of course, she had.

Who pushed her away? Who made her feel like she had nowhere else to stand?

Me.

The thought sat heavy in my chest as I stepped out of the car and stared at the tall black gates in front of me. The house behind it was quiet but powerful. You could feel it. The scent of strong wolves ...