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TRISTAN
I couldn’t believe it when I got the call. Dani...
Merda! Images of dark brown hair, smiling hazel eyes, a mouth begging to be kissed run across my mind as I’m driving over the speed limit. Replaying the conversation in my head does nothing to calm my fast-beating heart.
Tristan, I’m in trouble. I’d asked where she was, and she said her bus was pulling into Rockland Creek in a few minutes.
I didn’t stop to think, though in retrospect I should have. Other images hit me—of Izabella, with her hazel eyes and tempting mouth, an exact copy of Dani. They’d been twins, once upon a time when we were all young.
I push back the rest of the memories, the pain, the betrayal and heartache. It has no place in my head if I’m to help Dani. But as I pull into the parking lot of the bus station, I can’t help my wayward thoughts.
What could have happened that drove her all the way here... away from her pack?
I get out of the car, locking it behind me, and wait.
Daniela
I didn’t want to call on him, for obvious reasons. He’s demanding, a leader, a soldier, and did I mention demanding? Plus, we have a history—and no, not in that way.
It’s simple story, really. Boy meets girl. Boy falls for girl. Girl breaks boy’s heart. Boy goes into the army. But girl never lets him go... until she drives him out of town upon his return.
Ok, so maybe it’s not that simple. The girl, in this story, was my twin sister Izabella. Not that it matters because she’s gone now. But I know it’ll matter to Tristan... I just hope he can help me out.
Because there’s no way I’m going back home to face off my crazy family. Hell-to-the-fucking-no.
I step off the bus, pulling my hair in a ponytail and fixing my backpack on my shoulder. I’d left in a hurry and didn’t bring much with me. Hopefully, Tristan won’t mind.
Already antsy at being so in the open, I tap my foot as I scan the surroundings. My eyes linger on a guy leaning against a Mercedes SUV, arms crossed over his chest, baseball cap pulled low over his brow.
I can’t see much of his face, but his body—holy shit. I avert my gaze before my wayward hormones get the best of me. Life as a wolf is difficult—being an unmated one is even more so, making the females prone to bouts of insanity.
“Where the hell is he?” I keep looking around, but Tristan is nowhere I can see.
Then I hear my name called out and search for the voice. It’s coming from Mercedes guy. And now he’s walking towards me, his stride long and purposeful.
When he’s close by, he shifts the hat on his head and I get a full view of his face.
“Tristan?”
My surprise is snuffed out by the anger radiating off him. “What the hell are you doing here?”