Aris felt my reaction, but luckily for both of us: Aris wasn't stupid. We both knew there was always the possibility I might recognize someone. Though he probably thought I dreaded seeing him because I had killed one of his pack members. While in reality, he had killed my future.
Garrick still looked exactly like he had all those years ago, with the exception of perhaps a few more grey streaks in his beard. He had dark brown hair and pitch black eyes. His beard covered up half of his face, I still remembered what it looked like with beer foam in it. I had seen that wretched face in every nightmare I can remember. He greeted Aris warmly, shaking his hand and sending him a beaming smile.
"So this is the girl I have heard so much about," Garrick said after he was done greeting Aris. "The
