Emily
I woke up to the cries of the other women of the pack and noticed that Tristan’s packmates had returned. I was exhausted and despite my worries, I fell asleep. But I was wide awake now, hoping to see Tristan, and fearing the worst as the grip of anxiety clawed at me once again. The women all embraced their male counterparts with tears of joy and my eyes looked past them and finally, he appeared. He looked bruised and battered. He smiled widely as he approached me, and I broke into tears, relief flooding me and filling me with happiness. He took me in his arms and kissed me as I wept.
“I was so worried,” I said.
“I know,” he replied. “But I came back to you as I promised.”
He released an arm and wrapped it around Feren, who embraced him warmly.
“Is it over, boss?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied. “Baltazar is dead.”
Feren and I looked at him curiously.
“Did you--” she asked.
Tristan nodded. She touched his cheek.