TRISTAN
My hands were trembling as I pulled Selene gently into my arms, trying to shield her body with mine. “Selene,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers, “Selene, what the hell just happened? What was that?”
My brain was racing. None of this made sense.
I had left her sleeping in our room not long ago. I had kissed her forehead, brushed her hair back and promised her that I would be back before she even noticed I was gone. So how the hell was she here now? Naked, unconscious, inside the remains of the night ripper?
Was she…was she the one controlling it? Had it been her all along?
No…that couldn’t be…right?
Or had it tried to kill her but we got it before it could? But how had it gone up to my room, the pack was guarded and warded too….
Thoughts swirled around in my head, fa
