Chapter 74
Aaliyah
"How do I look?" I asked, staring at Tristan, who sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a magazine. He raised his head from the magazine, gazing at me with a half-smile.
"Tristan?" I called out when he wasn't responding.
"You look stunning," he said. "But try the next one. I think the red will fit you."
"The red would expose too much skin," I said. "It's not fitting for a party."
"It's not a party," he said. "It's club night for Lycans."
"And the Councils will be present," I said.
"Yes."
"That's the main reason I need to dress nicely," I said.
"You are going to wear the red gown," he said, giving me a hard look.
"Tristan," I said, and he looked up from the magazine.
"Little mouse?"
"Why didn't you select the wolf to join the Council?" I asked.
"Because we cannot be equals," he said.
"No one said werewolves and Lycans are equals. We understand that your kind is stronger, but it would be better for at least one Alpha to join," I said.
