Tristan exploded out of his chair, growling and snarling as his wolf tried to surface. Mat and Daemon both grabbed him, Daemon speaking in a low voice to him, "Remember the oath, you can not act on this information. I know that is your and Ryder's instinct, but you made an oath to her."
It took a couple minutes but Tristan calmed down and regained full control, "I'm sorry. I'm ok now."
I had lowered my shirt and resumed my seat on the table while he was working on his self control. I nodded at him, "I understand, the mate bond instills in us a huge drive to defend and sometimes retaliate. I am dumping a lot on all of you. I do not hold your reactions against you."
"How long…?" Tristan asked, as if he needed to know but wasn't sure he really wanted to know.
