Caleb’s words rustle up fear inside of me, but I push down on it, not letting it overwhelm me. If Tristan is still alive, he will find a way to survive.
“We’ll rescue him then,” I say with confidence.
Caleb, frowning, shakes his head. “If only it were that simple. Assuming he is still alive, we wouldn’t even know where to begin. The army is gone, and we have no evidence of Samuel being the leader. The entire purpose of this trip has failed. Let’s return to Scott. Maybe he has fared better.”
After gesturing for me to return to the fort, he follows along behind me. Once, as I check to ensure he is behind me, I see him looking back to the blood patch, a tight expression on his face.
Caleb doesn’t have many friends, and fewer still that he can trust. Tristan was his best ally. Now, whether
