Tristan clenched his fist and then he closed his eyes. He had sensed something strange earlier but had overlooked it because he didn't want to appear weird in front of Lydia anymore.

"She is beautiful. Very beautiful. If you are here, where is the real Tristan Stone and how come you are suddenly loved? What's happened, Tristan? I am very curious to know what happened in the werewolf world, very...very," he said his words precisely, one word after the other riling Tristan more than he already was.

"Why don't you go back to the werewolf world and find out for yourself," Tristan said through his teeth.

Lancelot chuckled. "I wish...