Nick
“Tristan”, I nodded at him.
Smiling, he folded his arms. “Why do I get the pleasure of seeing you tonight?” he questioned, leaning his head against the door frame.
For years, Tristan has faithfully served as our trusted warlock to my father. My mother remains oblivious to the fact that we enlist the services of a warlock other than Phoenix. We kept quiet about Tristan because my father had doubts about my mother. Christ, there are an overwhelming amount of secrets in this pack.
To be honest, I didn’t even trust Tristan. With bleached blonde hair and a messy texture, his hair faded on the sides. His skin was pale as anything and his eyes were a deep purple reminiscent of amethyst stones. His signature outfit consisted of a black turtleneck, jeans, and a long overcoat. In my opinio
