The Alpha and Luna came back three days later. No one knew where they’d gone, not even Jax. That morning, I was in the kitchen with Hazel when a car pulled up outside.
“They’re back.” She said, glancing at the window.
“Finally.”
Jax and Zack rushed downstairs, half-awake but alert. Jax looked tense.
“Did you see them?” He asked.
“Not yet.”
The front door opened. Alpha Joseph and Luna Elsie stepped in, both looking different—tired. His face was pale, her smile forced.
“Welcome home.” Hazel said softly.
“Thank you, dear.” The Luna replied, distant.
The Alpha’s eyes met Jax’s. “Son. A word.”
Jax hesitated, then followed him into the office.
Something felt wrong. Even Zack looked uneasy.
Twenty minutes later, Jax came out, jaw clenched and expression tight.
“What happened?” I whis
