The tension in the packhouse had grown heavier since their visit to the prison. The once hopeful reunion with Kenneth had only deepened the growing sense of unease. Jeffrey sat at the dining table, fingers tapping rhythmically on the surface as his mind raced. The children had been sent to bed, though he knew they were far from peaceful sleep. Across from him sat Gavin, his Beta, and Kevin, the pack doctor. Liam, the head of the warriors, stood near the window, his eyes narrowed in thought.
“We need to do something,” Liam finally said, breaking the silence that had settled in the room. His voice was quiet, yet carried the weight of authority. “We can’t keep pretending everything’s fine when we all know something’s off.”
Jeffrey nodded, his jaw tight. “I agree, but what exactly can we do?
