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Chapter 13

Author: Lana Mora
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-24 18:14:19

Third Person's POV

It was past ten in the evening when Archer returned to the packhouse.

Trista rubbed her eyes and came over. "You're back, Dad?"

Archer's tone was flat. "If you're tired, go to bed."

"Got it. Good night."

"Good night."

After Trista went upstairs, Archer followed.

His bedroom was completely dark. No one seemed to be there.

Archer paused, then flipped on the light. Empty, as expected.

He didn't think much of it. He figured Melanie had gone back to the Red Rose Pack.

As he walked into the bathroom, he suddenly remembered that Melanie always took Trista with her when she visited Red Rose. It was unusual that she hadn't taken Trista today.

Did she not go back to the Red Rose Pack?

Still, maybe something was going on at the Red Rose Pack.

Archer recalled what Rufus said when he left the company that afternoon. He felt more certain about this guess.

He paused but decided not to get involved.

The next morning, Archer said to Trista over breakfast, "Your school registration i
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