TRISTAN
I stood outside the door to our room, my fists clenched at my sides as I listened to Selene break down into sobs.
Selene never cried…not like this. The last time she had was months ago when she talked about Lucas betraying her and killing her baby, so whatever this is has to be as bad as that, if not worse.
A huge part of me was itching to open the door again and go to her, to hold her until she calmed down and promise her that we could figure this out together.
Each sob that slipped through the door tore at something in me and a primal part of me, my wolf, howled to go in there, to hold her and to make it stop…to fix it, but I did not move, I could not do that, not after last night, not after she kept lying and hiding things from me instead of letting me in.
Because as much
