Tristan sat at one of the VIP tables upstairs in the hotel bar, fists clenched, eyes dark with rage.
His mind had been troubled since overhearing the conversation between his mate and her friend.
“Why is Calista asking for Daciana’s last name? What does she want with it?”
Questions raced through his head like a storm. He knew Calista’s mother, Octavia, wasn’t just anyone—she was the priestess of the Mystic Pack, powerful and manipulative. That alone made her dangerous.
He didn’t trust her. And now, she had her daughter poking around where she shouldn’t.
Tristan reached for his phone and dialed Calista’s number. If she wouldn’t talk, he’d make her—Alpha power pulsed through his blood, and he wasn’t afraid to use it.
Calista practically jumped with excitement when she saw Tristan’s nam
