Aitana's POV
The car ride was... awkward.
Tristan drove in silence, his grip tight on the steering wheel. Sebastian sat beside me in the backseat, his thigh pressed against mine, his fingers laced through my hand as if he couldn't bear not to touch me. Every so often, his thumb would stroke my knuckles absently, sending little sparks up my arm.
I kept sneaking glances at Tristan in the rearview mirror, carefully examining his expression. Our eyes met a couple of times, but all he did was smile at me.
It was weird.
The city loomed ahead, tall buildings stretching toward the sky. I pressed my face to the window, eyes wide. I’d never been outside pack territory before. The sheer size of everything—the crowds, the noise, the colors—was overwhelming.
Sebastian chuckled at my reaction, sq
