TRISTAN
Behind my wolf’s menacing yet collected stance, we were both drowning in fear. His ears constantly switched directions as he tried to stay vigilant amidst the hell unleashed around us. Well, as vigilant as possible, since he couldn’t afford to avert his gaze from the one thing we valued more than our own life.
Zahra.
My strong, powerful mate looked so frail lying naked on the ground in a pool of her own blood. She was twisting in pain, her delicate hands trying and failing to contain the river of blood flowing out of the hole in her stomach. It crushed me to see her in such a poor condition, and I hated myself for letting that happen to her.
All my instincts screamed for me to get her. Every fiber of my body cried out when I felt her pain through our bond, and I wanted nothing
