TRISTAN

My breathing hitched, coming back in slow waves. My muscles felt like lead, heavy and sluggish, but beneath the exhaustion, my wolf was already stirring, claws digging into the fog of unconsciousness.

My body was healing faster than any wolf’s, the steady burn of my Alpha blood knitting bone and sinew back together.

I kept my eyes shut, letting the darkness fade.

Then, it hit me. Yelena.

The image of her face burned behind my eyelids. I remembered the weight in my pocket... ...