TRISTAN

“Nyra… please.” My voice came out rough, but I didn’t lower my eyes. “Give me a chance.”

She didn’t blink. “For what?”

“For showing the kind of man I am now.”

A dry laugh left her lips, it wasn't loud or mocking. It was just tired. “I don’t need to know that. Maybe show it to Lena. She needed it more than anyone.”

My jaw tightened.

The wolf in me stirred, but I forced it down. This wasn’t a fight. This was worse.

“You don’t understand.” My ...