What is she?

Aidan

"Tristan believe it or not, Silver mystic isn't worth going through all this stress for" I threw the envelope back on the table.

He sighed, raking his hands through his sandy hair due to sheer habit rather than exasperation; he looked stressed. I knew I was worried too, but it was from other problems. I looked at the clock 2 am

"What if we invite him, hear him out…."

"Did you read what he wanted?" I picked up the paper and read the first paragraph. My eyes met. "I, Alpha Reid of Silver mystic, would still rule over my pack alone without the interference of other Alphas if Silver Mystic is to be… like, what the fuck is the use of the merging then" I looked up at Tristan "if you ask me, I'll say you're giving this fucker too much importance than he deserves."

Crossing his arms over his chest, the white singlet he wore stretching at his back, he walked to the window. "I'll send him a reply tomorrow."

I stood up to leave, my hands on the knob of his door, when he called out…

"you bro