Stella Lockheed
As I watched, I was in total shock and awe, which is saying something 'cause I'm usually the kind of girl who's all about sarcastic comments and eye rolls.
But this, this was something else entirely.
Tristan, the guy who usually blended into the background like wallpaper, had transformed into this majestic and kind of terrifying creature. His wolf form was seriously beautiful but also super savage. It was a total mind warp.
His fur, this deep, rich brown, shone like polished mahogany, but it was marred by these splashes of red. And trust me, it wasn't paint. Nope, it was blood, and there was no denying it. It was like he'd turned into this living, breathing nightmare, and I couldn't look away.
The wolves, Lenard's little gang, they were so outmatched. Tristan moved wi
