Aitana's POV
Tristan's entire body went rigid, his grip on my waist tightening almost painfully. The playful warmth in his golden eyes vanished, replaced by something raw and dangerous.
"You what?" His voice was a low, vibrating growl that made the hair on my arms stand up.
I swallowed hard but held his gaze. "I had to, Tristan. I couldn't let them know how strong my Inti heritage truly was. Because of that, I was able to infiltrate the pack and find the information I was looking for."
I tried to reason with Tristan, but my words did not seem to reach him. He cursed under his breath, dropped his hand, and raked it through his hair as he paced across the room like a caged animal. The muscles in his back tensed visibly beneath the strained fabric of his too-tight shirt, his breathing ra
