He seemed almost back to normal, but I think he was milking it for all it was worth. We indulged him anyway. Cooper was relatively tight-lipped about what had happened to Alistair during the fight, but I could tell he was proud. All he would tell me was that Ali had made good on his promise to me, attacking Tobias the second he mentioned my name. Outgunned and outclassed, the youngest of the wolves may not have always been the smartest, but he was brave beyond measure. Forty-five minutes into the movie, my butt was falling asleep. All the toss cushions had already been bogarted, so I got up and climbed over Cooper to head for my bedroom. As I walked past the bathroom, Alistair emerged from what had to have been his third trip. He had the bladder of a five-year-old girl. “Ruby,” he said, catching my arm lightly. His energy was yet again impossible to read. “Yeah, Ali. What's up?” “I'm sorry for the pain we've brought you. We really never intended for it to happen.” I smiled and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.
