TRISTAN
Against all odds, my day of brother bonding with Tyrone had gone exceedingly well. There had been bad blood between us since my return, which easily blurred our past relationship of trust, support, and companionship. It was scary how a dark period had blinded me from our years of brotherhood, but at last, we were back to who we used to be. Just like I took an oath not to disappoint my mate again, I promised myself I would never let anything else get between me and my twin. And most importantly, I would vowed to never get in the way of his happiness again.
Following our oldest tradition, we were getting ready to end our night with a good run when the girls bumped into us as soon as we set foot outside the pack house. Their hasty state immediately let us know they had found new inf
