Chapter 62

Tristan Cole

I'd been at the ceremony for around twenty minutes. My duty, for now, was to stand front and centre being greeted by all the guests. A line was formed and each person was formally introduced to me. They had the opportunity to wish me well, or to congratulate me on my, soon to be Alpha position. It was a very outdated and time-consuming tradition. There were hundreds of wolves in the hall already and even more were arriving.

“This is going to take forever!” I mind-linked Tyler, who was standing right next to me.

He chuckled out loud and was immediately snarled at by some old bat that was bent over in front of me trying to kiss my hand. She was so creepy. After snarling at Tyler, she turned her attention back to my hand. I could feel her prickly moustache brushing against my skin when her wrinkly old lips pressed down on the top of my hand. It took every ounce of strength I had not to slap the old bat silly.

She looked up at me with lust in her eye