NARRATIVE POV
Tristan stretched wide in his king-sized bed.
She was gone.
He knew she wouldn’t be, there was too much risk of her being found before she could finish her tasks. But a part of him still hoped she slept in.
Tank was already demanding regular sleepovers from now on. They would not sleep as comfortably without her ever again.
Tristan was confident that it was easily the best sleep he’d ever had. After promising his wolf that Frankie would be sleeping beside them from now on, he was able to focus on getting ready and meeting his aunt and uncle.
Frankie gave him some information that she had learned from the pack and from Alice, which might help them get an advantage.
The man one being; no one felt the death of the two pack members from that fire. Yet it was Alice and Yasm
