HANNAH'S POV
I stepped into the house without waiting for Sebastian or the guards to open the door for me. The air around the main residence felt unbearably heavy, saturated with the lingering scent of anxiety.
I could feel despair spreading through the pack.
The peaceful days I had finally found vanished the moment Sebastian appeared at my door. He had looked broken.
The same man who believed Molly could do everything had come begging for my help—to save our son's life. And, of course, to clean up the mess created by his mistress.
How ironic.
The moment I crossed the living room, chaos greeted me. Several newly recruited logistics staff hired by Molly stood around helplessly.
They looked completely lost as they stared at stacks of poorly organized inventory boxes for the charity
