Tristan

Of all of the f*cking shifters in this Goddess-forsaken world, Baltazar had to walk into mine. I should have seen this coming. The f*cker smiled as I still held his wrist.

“Well, if it isn’t my best friend, Tristan,” he said with a smirk. “Long time, indeed!”

“Let her go,” I demanded. “Let Emily go!”

He smiled and looked at Emily, who was still being held by his two packmates. I looked at Emily too. She was happy to see me but also ...