After searching for a long time, I finally found him sitting on a bench under an oak tree; looking utterly defeated. I walked over and placed my hand on his shoulder. “Tristan.”
He raised his head to look at me; his eyes flashing with horror, “You… You shouldn’t be here.” The color drained from his face and he swallowed. “What if I lose control and hurt you too?”
“I don’t think you would ever do that, Tristan.” Sliding to the seat beside him, I took his hand in mine. “I trust you.”
“You are not understanding, Ayame…” His voice thickened with emotions and his eyebrows drew together in a deep frown. “At this point, I am worse than a wild beast. My temper will only get worse until I have shifted…” He froze mid-sentence and got to his feet. “I should never have returned….”
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