They got to the mansion and Alpha Mitch got down from the car and carried him into the house with a frown on his face.
The guards waiting outside bowed as he walked by, they were seeing him for the first time in weeks and the look on his face scared them.
He got into the room and gently dropped Tristan on the bed, contrary to his previous actions and expression.
Tristan braced himself, waiting for a scolding but he instead went to the small shelf at the other end of the room and got out a little first aid box.
Tristan watched him as he brought out an ointment and took a small amount to apply to his forehead.
Tristan drew back but he gripped the back of his head to bring him closer.
"It's hurt" Tristan cried out and that made his grip relax. He looked at his teary eyes and his heart wrenched silently.
"Then you shouldn't have left the house if you would have hurt yourself!" Alpha Mitch reprimanded him but his voice was soft even if he wanted to yell at him.
