Steven's POV
I went back downstairs, my head filled with what happened tonight. My mind was clear, thinking as it pieced everything together. I knew Liam and my sisters were waiting for me, expecting answers from me, but at this moment, I myself was searching. The weight of leading weighed on my shoulders, yet I was calm.
The moment I entered the room, they all turned to me, their faces filled with a mixture of expectations and unease. I didn't waste any time getting to the point.
"So, how many of our wolves were killed?" My tone was detached and without inflection.
None of them immediately responded. They were all just standing there, looking at me. Their continued silence irritated me.
I glared at them. "I only asked you all one question." Sharper this time, my words left little to no room for further reluctance.
Liam finally cleared his throat, shifting slightly as if trying to find the right catch-all words. "Oh, I'm so sorry… It was four. The demon wolf killed four of our wol
