NARRATIVE POV
“Want to venture a guess at who I saw coming out of here earlier, Uncle Tom?” Tristan’s eyes burned into his uncle's dimmed ones. Margie covered her nose and face; her heart ached for the girl restrained to the stone wall.
Tristan watched as the realization took hold of them both. Their son, Oliver, did this, and by the look in their eyes, Tristan realized this wasn’t as surprising as it should have been. There wasn’t denial, but regret and flickers of anger.
"It’s not what you think.” Tom offered.
That sentence alone confirmed to Tristan what his mystery girl had told him. Although it wasn’t the time to focus on it, it brought both him and his wolf, Tank, great joy to confirm that she wasn’t lying to them. That maybe they could trust her moving forward. She may be a mys
