Tristan

It was late by the time I finally got home from the formal dinner.

It had been far messier than I had imagined. My plan to sneak out early was completely destroyed when Astrid ran into me.

I kicked my shoes off and tossed my jacket in the general direction of the coat hook. I was too tired to worry about putting things back in their proper place.

My wolf had been so riled up for the past few hours that it had zapped every ounce of my ...