Gideon
‘Yes. On my way.’
“I’ve asked my father to come. He’ll be here shortly.” I looked around at the group. Seren looked calm while Duncan was clenching and unclenching his fist under the table. Louise and Julian stood in the corner, whispering to each other. Curran was pacing in my head, irritated at what he perceived to be a clear abuse of an Alpha’s power.
Soon enough, a sharp knock cut through the quiet. I stepped out to fill my father in on the situation. When we stepped back in, Tristan looked up at us, relief obvious on his face.
Dad took the seat that Duncan had vacated. “What’s your name, warrior?”
“Tristan Reed.”
“And you’re from the Blood Moon Pack?”
“Yes.”
Dad studied Tristan, the silence broken only by the ticking of the clock. Tristan remained still, sitting calm
