~Tristan~
Daruius sat in the the room with Arnold his second in command when the Vampire King entered with his second in command behind him.
Daruius watched with curious eyes, filled with amusement at how the young king was acting and it was obvious why.
"Lover's spat?"
Tristan hissed at him. His beast surfacing at the remark.
Darius raised his hands up in mock surrender. "Oops," he placed his hand over his mouth, "Forgive me." He winked.
Tristan huffed as he poured himself a drink. "Are you finished or would you like to act more?"
Darius chuckled. "I would love to continue but I don't think you will appreciate it."
"Damn right I would not,"
"Then you have your answer," Darius raised his hands before letting them hit the couch, "tell me where is it that I can find the wolf?"
Tristan threw back the drink in one go before nodding at the king of the north, "Follow me," he said as he moved out of the room.