Chapter 42
Trista's POV
Wynn helped talk me down from upstairs. The cold air in the foyer cut the heat in the hallway into segments.
A short while later, Fred walked in.
I struggled to lift the corner of my mouth, forcing a polite, if strained, curve.
He reached out and ruffled my hair slightly. His voice was deliberately light but failed to hide his concern. "If you can't smile, don't. It looks awful."
My tears betrayed me, sliding down my cheeks. My throat was raw, like being scraped by a chain of frost. The mating bond gave a subtle twitch beneath my collarbone, reminding me to keep my aura from surging out of control.
Since childhood, the four of us had been inseparable—
Silverlight Pack's territory was close to Ironthorn's. Wynn and I grew up together.
Fred and Cassian traine
