Chapter 95

• Rose’s POV
• I followed Tristan down the hall, his strides clipped and restless, until we reached a quiet corner of the pack house where the warm hum of voices from the dining hall could no longer reach us. Shadows stretched across the stone walls, and a draft whispered through the narrow corridor. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching. Only then did his carefully polite mask crack. A deep frown pulled at his mouth, and his eyes sharpened with frustration.
• “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, his voice low but heavy with accusation.