"Tristan, this is Julian Bennett," Camille said, pride evident in her voice as she pulled me forward by the hand. "My fiancé."
I smiled politely and extended my hand to the tall Frenchman. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Camille has told me so much about you."
Tristan's grip was firm as he shook my hand, his blue eyes assessing me with intelligent curiosity. "The pleasure is mine. I hear you're the rising star of the Redmoon pack."
"I try my best," I replied modestly, though I appreciated his acknowledgment of my position. First impressions mattered, especially with someone connected to the Valois family.
We moved to the sitting room, where Marcus had arranged refreshments. Tristan settled into an armchair across from Camille and me on the sofa, his posture relaxed yet somehow commanding. He definitely had the presence of a future Alpha.