TRISTAN

“I’ll just eat and we’ll leave,” I said, forcing the words out. My voice was flat, heavy, and dragging. My mood had died the moment Yelena walked out of that restaurant with that fool beside her. Every thought I had for business was gone. All I felt was anger sitting in my chest like fire.

I should’ve left. I really should’ve walked out and gone home. But I hadn’t eaten anything since morning and my wolf was already restless. If I ignored him much longer, he would end up ...