I heard him but didn’t register a word; I didn’t know what to do. I found myself looking up into his eyes as a member of the wardrobe staff draped another robe over me. Tristan laid a hand on my back now and said, “It’s all right, Nikki. I’m going to bring you into the house now. Just let me guide you and don’t worry about anything. I’m here.” His hand still on me, he led me to the cabin. My footfalls were tentative; I felt as though I was drunk and only now learning to walk. When we were inside my eyes darted around the room, which was furnished with large couches and chairs, no doubt to accommodate the pack in moments of relaxation and meetings. Tristan closed the door to give us some privacy and knelt in front of me, his eyes on my face. “So it’s true,” he said. “I thought it must be. I knew there was a reason I was so drawn to you. Nikki, listen to me: you know by now that you’ve shifted.
