|Theodore|
"Gerard was like a father to us back when we were part of the White Dawn Pack," Alden began, his voice steady but laced with a tinge of sadness. The weight of his words hung heavily in the room, drawing my attention like a magnet.
White Dawn. The name jolted a memory—a connection to what Therese had mentioned during the war. It was the pack Gerard had led, the man whose death now stood at the heart of Therese’s seething hatred for Carmella. The knot in my chest tightened at the thought, questions swirling like an unrelenting storm in my mind.
Alden continued, his tone dipping into the past, shadowed with nostalgia. "Before the five of us parted ways, we made a promise. We swore to gather strength, to build power wherever we could find it. And when we were strong enough, we vo
