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Uncertainty

TRISTAN'S POV

I stood watching her back as she disappeared into the packhouse; the last I saw of her was her veil.

Why did I keep saying the wrong things? Because I was jealous? Maybe. Jealous she was with Aidan.

I dragged my hands down my face; I needed to understand that I pushed her away, and not the other way around, and told her some hurtful things like *stay in your place.* Why was I finding it hard to stay in mine?

But away from that, something else was disturbing her—something that wasn't me; she was never comfortable, always distant and snappy.

It sent guilt through me. The pack issues alone were disturbing, and I just had to throw more loads on Iris' back like I didn't give a damn.

"Hey Stan," I heard behind me; I didn't need to turn to know who it was; her aura and that damn pet name l was beginning to hate sold it all out.

I said nothing, my hands behind me, knowing I shouldn't get angry with her when I yielded to her last night at once without a fight.

She was before me i
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