Smoking hot.
Those were two words to use to describe the fella sitting across from us that evening at the giant dining table, directly opposite me.
"So, Tyler, I and the entire pack welcome you to the palace," Ashton proclaimed beside me, referring to the new guy. "Feel free. And what were you need, do well to reach out to the...queen here," he nodded in my direction. "She will provide you with it."
I smiled as the shining obsidian eyes of Tyler-the new guy- flashed at me. I could swear I detected something mischievous in there. Or maybe, it was my beclouded mind that saw it. My beclouded lonely mind.