Tristan's POV
The moment Haniel relinquished control, Aitana gasped, her golden eyes blinking rapidly as she returned to herself. She swayed slightly, and I was at her side in an instant, my hands steadying her shoulders.
"Easy there, my flower," I murmured, brushing a strand from her face.
Aitana exhaled shakily, her fingers gripping my wrist. "What—what did I miss?"
Sebastian moved closer, his crimson eyes dark with concern. "Nothing, your wolf just wanted to talk to us."
I fought the urge to ask him why he kept information to himself. Haniel warned us not to tell Aitana about her father's pack, but the issue with the witch differed. He could at least apologize to Aitana like he did with Haniel.
He said his mind was a mess, that he couldn't control his emotions, and Aitana shou
