Damien
Camille left with Ian for the training center. I told her I had some work I needed to get done this evening but that I would come next time. Once I was sure that they had left, I headed downstairs to our home office to find Aiden.
“How can a pack have little to no information about itself on the internet? From what little bit I can find, they aren’t a small pack either. It’s unusual.” Aiden spoke as I entered.
“Well, I may have an answer to your dilemma as well as another.”
To this, Aiden stopped looking at his computer and looked up at me with a raised brow.
“Oh? And does this have anything to do with what Ian saw? I’m sure he told you this morning but, by the way, you wanted to get Camille out of the house, I’m assuming it isn’t good.”
“It’s not. I’m not sure how exactly t
