YELENA
“Welcome, Alpha Tristan,” the director said quickly, his voice was a little too rushed. It was obvious he just wanted to cut the tension that had suddenly gripped the room like an iron fist.
Tristan gave a curt nod and walked over to the chair that had been set aside for him. He didn’t even glance at us as he sat; his posture was straight, and his aura was cold enough to drop the temperature.
Daniel followed and sat beside him, but unlike Tristan, he couldn’t stop staring at me. His brows pinched together like he was trying to remember a face he’d seen in a dream. A very unfortunate dream.
Yep. That’s me. Your nightmare.
I tore my gaze away before either one of them could catch it and ended up locking eyes with Jackson. His dark eyes gave me that look... half worry, half silent
