The Broken Alpha
“We’re chasing a dream, Att. Tristin said he saw Maveln with Lily, and yet Maveln is here, with us. This is blind hope, Son.”
“You didn’t hear him.” Atticus cracked his knuckles, one after the other. He focused on each individual joint, on the pressure, on the release. “He was certain. Red Ripper have magic – they could have conjured an image of Maveln to get Lily to go with them.”
Atticus looked him deep in the eyes. Atticus felt as though he was searching for something long since lost within his gaze. “You’ve said it yourself,” his father said eventually. “They have magic. There is no telling what Tristin really saw.”