Astrid

The drive to Tristan’s apartment wasn’t overly long, but it took some time. It would be too much to walk most days, especially if he stayed late as I knew he often did. It made sense that he was one of the few shifters in town with a vehicle.

The apartment building that he pulled in front of was a short one made of dark stone. I hadn’t really paid attention to it when we dropped him off after returning to Bridgewater.

Tristan parked in a ...