Tristan’s POV~~

I thought I was staring at a ghost or something else. There was no way Callista would be alive.

“Are you c***y? Can’t you see her standing? That’s my f***king mate,” Odin growled, air-quoting the last word 'mate'.

“Just shut it and stop messing with my head,” I retorted angrily through the mind link. If it were years ago before this night, Odin would have retracted far back in my mind and will not come back until he feels like it. But this night it was different; instead of him storming off just like he had always done after I scolded him, guess what? He didn't; he was...