I listened to him speak: the way his voice broke told me how much he missed his brother. I had no idea, and it made me understand that, aside from the well-known truth that Tristan was a playboy. I was unaware of his other side, and he wouldn't be as open about it if he didn't care.
“She used to be so adventurous. The nicest soul ever, to the point where his mate's rank didn't matter to her,” he said. “Troy brought a wounded rogue home when I was 18, and my mother accepted her with open arms because she wanted to support her son. She never once questioned her or attempted to make her feel less like a true wolf. If she was happy about anything, it was to see them fall in love.” I observed as his hold on the driving wheel tightened and he inhaled deeply before continuing.
“Little did we kn
