“Alistair, what did Tristan say?” I asked, my heart pounding in anticipation. “Please tell me that Tristan believed you.”
Alistair’s lips pressed in a tight line, and he shook his head. “He is not ready to listen to anything, Ayame.” His expression deflated, and a sigh escaped his lips. He is stuck up on this idea that we both are his enemies and plotting against him.”
His words quashed the last shred of hope that was left. “What are we going to do now, Alistair?”
“Don’t worry, Ayame,” Alistair said, flicking my forehead. “We will find a way to make him believe us.”
The frown on my forehead deepened. I could only focus on keeping Tristan alive, but what about others, his parents, his pack members? Tristan wouldn’t be able to bear it if they were to die.
“Ayame.” Alistair gasped.
