Chapter 97 Cheese In The Trap

Beth's POV "Do we have any other way? Aaron." I gripped the book in my hand and thought about the werewolves who were suffering the pain. Ally and Dark Moon Goddess had forced us into a desperate situation. No matter what method it was, as long as there was a little hope, we should try it out. "I believe in him. Even if we fail, we at least eliminate a wrong path. Yet if we don't try, what should they do? Do we have to watch the werewolves die from pain?" They were all kind people. Also, they were relatives and friends of Aaron's and mine. I looked at Aaron with pleading eyes. He was swayed by me. Aaron looked deeply at Damon and promised to believe me. I picked up the sharp knife from the table. Without hesitation, I cut my palm with the knife and handed it to Aaron. He made a cut deeper than mine and then held my hand. Our palms were tightly pressed together. The blood fused and dripped down our index fingers on the ground.