Chapter 15— Hope Was The Cruelest Chain Of Them All.

Kyra

"What the fuck are you doing here, Ferguson?!" Tristan yelled again.

The words slammed harder this time. Of course that would be his first response. Not guilt, not even an iota of shame. Just anger thrown at me like I'd barged in for the sheer pleasure of humiliating myself.

My wolf whimpered, her grief echoing through me like a scream muffled in cotton. She hated this, seeing him like this, seeing him mad at us, seeing him with ...