Familiar Faces
A FEW MOMENTS EARLIER "s**t, I forgot my phone." Tristan huffed to Beta Connor, his father's second in command. "Dad will be mad if I don't constantly update him on what's happening here." He rolled his eyes, eliciting a chuckled from Connor. There had been a problem with one of the smaller neighbouring packs, so Alpha Randall had stayed at Black Down and sent Tristan in his place. After all, he'd explained, Tristan would be Alpha soon enough so the other Alphas should start getting used to him attending important events. Tristan had been distinctly less pleased about the prospect. He had never enjoyed the formal events. Dressing up in a suit always made him feel constricted, more like he was wearing a straight-jacket than formalwear. "I'll cover for you," Beta Connor offered. Tristan
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