TRISTAN'S POV
"Tell me you're joking."
Foden didn't joke much. In fact, he hardly smiled. You'd think he had rotten teeth he needed to hide with how much he avoided displaying them.
But Tristan had to ask.
"Xander's gone?"
Foden didn't look pleased with having to repeat himself. "Not gone as in dead. He dissapeared after a battle against his son and some of his allies."
Tristan frowned. "So whose funeral did we not get invited to?"
"Kallum's." Foden replied, his tone as flat as his eyes.
"Magnussen's brother? The idiot went MIA for over a decade and finally shows up only to get mudered?" Tristan scoffed. "Heavens, talk about perfect timing. I'm sure he's regretting his life choices from his penthouse suite in hell."
Deckard, who'd been quiet all the while, grunted. "Tyler's the next Alpha."
Tristan glanced at him. "I can't seem to decide if that's a good or bad thing? Xander was crazy, but at least predictable. Tyler is crazy and complicated. The dude creeps me out."
