“Who would do this?” Amber shouted angrily as she stormed inside the packhouse. Her eyes were wide with fury, her hands shaking as she looked around at Noah.
“Who would f*****g do this?!” she screamed, before falling to her knees beside Noah. His body trembled, his breathing uneven, fear still clinging to him even as he sat safe in the arms of his mate. Without a word, Amber pulled him into her embrace, holding him close as if she could shield him with her strength alone.
Cindy quietly led the children away, her arms circling them as she guided them upstairs. The little ones looked back with wide, confused eyes, but Cindy whispered softly, telling them everything would be alright, though her heart was heavy with worry. The packhouse, usually a place of warmth and safety, was drowned in
