"What are you talking about, I am so confused!" Tristan turned around.
"Wait!" I pushed him aside and stepped out from behind him, I felt so messy in my head and I could only focus on Harold, I looked at Harold in the eyes. "What were they, then?" My eyes welled up with tears, and my voice quivered. I had witnessed Harold taking pictures of certain documents, and I thought he did it for me. Tristan stood nearby, his eyes darting between us, trying to make sense of our conversation.
"You want to know?" Harold's voice boomed, anger evident on his face. "It was information about my mother's case, your pack and your Alpha King hid it," he spat out, and all I could do was step back, shocked.
Suddenly, it dawned on me. Harold hadn't been nice to me out of love or care; he had seen an opportun
