YELENA

What the hell?

Of all the people I expected to see when I walked into Jackson’s house, Tristan was the last.

The very last.

He had agreed to let me take Claire here. He even said he had pack matters to deal with. I had been happy about that. Peaceful. I thought for once I wouldn’t have to see those blue eyes watching me like I belonged to him.

And here he was.

Why did he keep showing up everywhere I went?

Had he not done enough?

“Mommy! Come to Daddy!”

Claire’s small ...