|Theodore|
The Montague Pack arrived last, their presence making an immediate impact as their group came to a halt. Damien Montague, appeared behind his people, his usual commanding presence more intense than usual. His expression was taut with concern as his eyes found mine across the distance. Without wasting a second, he strode toward me, his jaw tight, his urgency palpable.
“How’s Carmella?” he asked without any preamble, falling in step beside me as I led him and his pack toward their designated rooms in the estate. “Is she doing any better?”
I let out a long breath, one I hadn’t realized I was holding. “No… not really,” I admitted. “But I’m holding onto hope that it won’t get any worse than this.”
Damien’s brow furrowed. “Have you found anything? Anyone who could help her?”
“Yes
