Chapter 192

Third Person's POV

After the Glacierclaw Pack was massacred by the Occidental Tribe, Tristan bought several ink bottles to ease his guilt, but they remained unsent.

His wolf whimpered in his mind—a sound of grief and uncertainty.

Tristan squatted down, lifted Lucian into his arms, and choked out, "I didn't break my promise. I bought new ink long ago, waiting to give it to you."

His pheromones carr