“You don't look alright, Tristan. What is it? What is bothering you again?” Zachary walked into his study room as he stared at Tristan who relapsed on the chair.
“How in heaven's name do you expect me to look alright? First, it was a stupid sacrifice requirement to kill my own fated mate to elevate some curse that I totally knew nothing about. And then, to get mated to some pompous daughter of a Lycan King and now what next? What next, Zachary?” He fired as he got up from where he sat down, punching his desk hard as it left a creaking sound.
Zachary maintained his composure as he stared at Tristan.
“Now there is something out there that we know absolutely nothing about. It has just been four days now and we have recorded eighteen deaths so far. And you expect me to remain calm? Huh?
