TRISTAN
After my brother let me out of the dungeons, he tried to convince me to see the pack’s doctor; a suggestion I vehemently denied. Although I only had superficial wounds, which were already healing by the time I left the cell, he was concerned about the consequences my body could be subjected to for fighting while I was still recovering. At first, his pity only made me angrier. Simply looking at him disgusted me, and it made Cypress want to come out to gut him. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to truly hate him for his outrageous behavior.
As my anger subsided, I realized that Tyrone actually felt guilty. Unlike me, he had never been good at hiding his emotions, which made it easy to read him. Every fiber of my body still urged me to skin him alive for touchi
