The SUV came to a halt. They hadn't reached the Iron-Heart pack lands yet.
“The food in your former pack was awful. I hope you don’t mind grabbing a late breakfast? I’m starving,” Tristan said, his voice surprisingly soft.
Only then did Zoriana realize how hollow her own stomach felt. “Okay, Alpha Tristan. Lead the way,” she agreed, stepping out of the vehicle.
“Tristan,” he mumbled as they walked toward a small, rustic café.
“Excuse me?”
“Call me Tristan,” he replied, a flash of his usual sarcastic grin returning. “After you spent the night in my arms, I think we can drop the formalities, Zoriana.”
Zoriana opened her mouth to snap back a sharp remark, but the sound of her name on his lips stopped her. She actually liked it. They took a seat in the small wooden café, tucked away in t
