Chapter 56

Tristan Cole

I was in the werewolf clinic when I woke up. I sat up in bed and let my eyes scan my surroundings. Tyler was the only one in the room with me and he was sleeping on a chair beside my bed.

“Where's Freya? Did Balan take her? What happened?”

He pulled open his eyes and took his time stretching and yawning.

“Tyler!” I snarled at him.

“Okay. Okay, keep your hair on,” he replied with a huff. “Right, well, you sorta died and had to be resuscitated. Freya assumed you were dead and Linda heard her mumbling something about her dreams coming true? Balan demanded she go with him to be his Princess, while he held her mother by the back of her neck and threatened to kill her,” he rattled off then took a long breath, which made him yawn again.

“Tyler for God's sake! Does he have her, or not?” I yelled at him. “Because if he does I'm gonna rip his fucking head off!” I shouted while clenching my fists.

Tyler burst out laughing, making me looked