Tristan's POV
Sebastian is going to ruin everything.
I stalk through the forest, my claws digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood. I could still scent Aitana, her sweet honey and wildflower scent, but now it was mixed with something else... Sebastian's earthy scent.
He had touched what was mine. He might still hold back because Aitana is still not of age, but how long will that last?
"It's your fault, you have not treated our mate well," My wolf, Remiel, scolded me.
"You know why I did it!" I growled, but he didn't want to hear my excuses.
Remiel thought we could handle everything, but I knew better. I couldn't risk Aitana.
And Sebastian was using that to his advantage.
I did not doubt that he would claim her. Claim what was mine.
MINE.
A snarl rips from my throat.
