Diane's POV
However, before I could turn around and leave this place, a shadow lunged at me and pinned me against the wall.
"T- Tristan," I tried to call, but the bastard was choking me.
So much for seeing if he was fine.
Tristan's fingers tightened around my throat. His brown eyes had changed and looked more hazel now. His wolf was probably the one in control, and that is why they looked at me with so much feral rage.
Blood dripped from his claws onto my shirt, the warmth of it seeping through the fabric. It didn't smell like his blood, so I kept wondering who the f**k he killed.
"Who sent you?" His voice was a guttural snarl, more beast than man.
I clawed at his wrist, gasping for air. "Aitana—" I choked out.
"You should have said Sebastian," Lila scolded me.
"Excuse for no
