As the pack’s doctor tended to my wounds, Tristan’s piercing gaze never wavered—hard, unrelenting, like he was trying to carve the truth out of me with just his eyes. A shiver raced down my spine, but I didn’t dare look away. The doctor’s gentle hands were a stark contrast to the storm brewing behind him.
When the doctor finished, Tristan’s voice was low and sharp. “Leave us.” She hesitated only a second before obeying, retreating quietly and closing the door with a soft click that felt like a trigger.
Silence. Suffocating. The kind that wrapped around your throat like a noose.
Then, finally—his voice, rough like gravel but edged with something raw. “Do you despise me that much?” The words were more of a verdict than a question, and I flinched at the ice in them.
I opened my mouth, but
