Scarlet
Declan didn’t speak right away.
Instead, he exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck as if trying to figure out how to say whatever it was he had come to tell me.
That wasn’t reassuring.
I crossed my arms, shifting on my feet. “Declan,” I said, voice steady but firm. “Just tell me.”
His hazel eyes flickered to mine, and for the first time, I realized how exhausted he looked. There was a tightness in his features, a heaviness in his gaze that hadn’t been there before.
“The pack house was a f*cking mess yesterday, I don’t think I have seen such a thing” he finally said, voice low. “Your parents—” He hesitated. “Scarlet, they went to talk to the Alpha.”
My stomach clenched.
No.
They wouldn’t.
Would they? But I had my guesses.
I shook my head, anxious. “What happened?”
