To corner a tiger, one had to trap it between a rock and a hard place. That was exactly what Ray was doing. Ashclaw was an old tiger; once he realized no help was coming, he would feel caged. And a trapped beast only needed the whisper of a devil to be lured to its own death.
At Ray's words, Ashclaw's expression darkened. 'He's not willing to help me. I expected as much. Our bond is strong, but not strong enough to make him sacrifice his freedom for me.'
Ashclaw realized he might not even have two months to prepare for a potential confrontation with a silver ranker!
Ray noticed his deepening distress and smiled inwardly. The time to throw the bait had come. Considering how desperate Ashclaw was, he was 90% sure he would bite it regardless of the risks involved.
"Father, you might think you have only two options. But what if I told you there's a third?" He said suddenly.
Ashclaw leaned forward and asked curiously, "What do you mean?"
