As soon as the young Tristan stepped out of the truck inside the Rahound alpha’s garage, he knew something was different. His wolf ran crazy in his head. It breathed heavily enough to hyperventilate if it was in its form instead of the human side. Tristan had no clue what the hell the nutso wolf was doing.
Conly looked at Tristan from the other side of the truck. “You okay, man? You look sick.”
Tristan got ahold of himself. “Yeah, fine. My wolf is going crazy for some reason.”
Conly frowned, but didn’t say anything. He continued toward the garage door to the house. “I almost forgot. The ladies in the bride’s party are throwing a bridal shower for my brother’s soon-to-be mate.” He winked. “Maybe you’ll catch the eye of a dish to eat tonight. I think that’s what your wolf is smelling—a ma
