CHAPTER FORTY FIVE
AVA’S POV
I was mad at him at Tristan. In my thoughts and in the silence of my room, I’d cussed at him repeatedly. A f*****g bastard. An asshole. A heartless Jerk. And even worse names. Then I’d called myself names too. Stupid. naive . Crazy enough to think there would be a layer of sweetness underneath that hulk of self-resentment and open hate he breathed. Even as we drove to Josh’s parents’ house, my thoughts remained on Tristan. I only snapped out of it when I realized we were standing at the door, waiting for someone to open. It was a much bigger house than the one Josh stayed in at the pack territory and the more I took in my surroundings, the more I realized, it was more centrally located in the town. When I glanced over at my son, he was filled with eagerness a
