Chapter 59

Lyra's POV.

No matter what I was preaching to Tristan, he wasn't listening to me. He seemed to have gone crazy with the way he was pointing the sword at me.

His hands were shaking and I coukd see in his yes that his head was not in the right place. I didnt blame him though, the hatred he had for the siver moon oack was driving him crazy. He had all right to hate then if they really were the one who killed his family. And I was a part of that pack, he obviously wouldn't listen to me even when I wasn't preaching to save myself.

I was scared, I waa terrified of Tristan, he was pointing his sword at me and my heart as racing. Tristan was unpredictable in the state that he was in and his rationality was far gone.

I feared, I could feel my head starting to get light. My eyes were becoming bery lazy. I couldn't hear what Asher was telling Tristan anymore, it was as if I was being pulled away from reality.

And suddenly everything went dark.

My eyes opened again and I was lying down on the bed