TRISTAN
"Is it what you asked for, Alpha?" Beta Conor approached me with a set of new brushes in his hand. I had told him to bring them tomorrow but as always, he was super fast. Too fast sometimes.
I took the brushes without a word and examined the bristles. They were smooth. Perfectly balanced. Natural horsehair. The kind I preferred. The kind my wol, Damien adored.
"I had them delivered straight from Caldran." Conor added, standing straight, as if waiting for praise.
"Efficient." I said. That was the most he would get from me today.
He nodded, accepting the compliment. Then my. He hesitated. "Alpha."
"What?"
He shifted his gaze slightly. "You saw it earlier. There are rumors already. About your slave. About Celeste."
Of course there were. I was aware. Damien growled softly in my mind. I had no idea why he woke up every time her name was mentioned.
