(One year earlier)
It had been a freezing, stormy night.
His breathe had come short, his gaze unfocused.
The pain he was feeling had been brutal, more agonizing than anything he had ever felt.
It had been as if his insides were on fire and his own body fought hard against him.
It was as if some sadistic person was tormenting him for simply being alive.
And then- Audrey.
Her scent had instantly helped him to calm down, centering him when he was spinning out of control.
He remembered the way she had put her hand on his chest and spoken words that he had not been able to hear.
He had been too far gone.
But she had somehow brought him back around.
Tristan's sighed , the memories pulling at his chest like an open wound that did not want to heal.
She had rescued him.
But now
