Tristan's POV
He calmed down a little after assessing me, "All that I'm saying is that having a mate now can be so much of a distraction. Not every wolf wants you happy, and a mate could be a weakness."
"Do you mean Mom was a weakness?" I asked, my heart sinking.
"Your Mom was a weakness. She was used as bait, and when they saw I was unyielding, she was poisoned," he said, his tone darkening, a shadow of sadness clinging to his countenance.
He was telling the truth. Aria made me weak; I could not stay a day without my mind drifting to her, especially after that day at the hospital with Mel.
"You seem lost in thoughts, son," Dad's voice called me out of my thoughts. This was the first time in a long while that he had spoken to me in such a cordial and gentle tone.
"Well, you are right, Dad, but I have to return to Ashwood, at least for the forthcoming sports event. You cannot sponsor an event, and I wouldn't participate in it," I reminded him.
