Tristan Cole

I was in the werewolf clinic when I woke up. I sat up in bed and let my eyes scan my surroundings. Tyler was the only one in the room with me and he was sleeping on a chair beside my bed.

“Where's Freya? Did Balan take her? What happened?”

He pulled open his eyes and took his time stretching and yawning.

“Tyler!” I snarled at him.

“Okay. Okay, keep your hair on,” he replied with a huff. “Right, well, you sorta died and had to be resuscitated. Freya assumed you were dead and Linda heard her mumbling something about her dreams coming true? Balan demanded she go...