~Josephine~A rush of excitement coursed through me, and a smile tugged at Liam's lips as he stood by the doorway. Since there was nothing to grab in my room, I slipped on my slippers and made my way outside."Did your father get in touch?" Liam inquired as we descended the staircase, and I nodded.“Heard the Alpha of Cain is joining us,” I said.“My father thinks his case is linked with ours,” Liam said, and I was surprised.“Mine too,” I said.Moving downstairs, we encountered Oliver and Justin in the foyer. It was evident that they were engrossed in a conversation. As our gazes met, Justin's lips curved into a knowing smile, his eyes carrying a hint of understanding. Had Liam confided in him about our relationship? The notion made me feel bashful, yet I reined in my emotions."Make sure you stay on the premises, you two," Justin cautioned, and Liam affirmed his understanding with a nod. With that, we stepped out through the door, and under Liam's guidance, our journey began."What'

~Liam~ Breakfast ended, and it was time for us to head to Sam Street. While we walked out, I stylishly waited for everyone to move past us holding Josephine's hand. She had a mischievous grin on her face when they left. "Good morning," I said, pulling her close, tucking her hair behind her ear, and she giggled. "You should have let me in; I would have helped you in the shower," I teased, and she laughed. "be careful what you say, your highness; I might just let you," She teased, and I laughed. "I am thinking we go hunting when we return today," I said, and she shook her head, breaking my heart a bit. "I think we should watch a movie in your room or mine and maybe order spring rolls and sandwiches from Mrs Mirabel. I have her number now," she said, and I laughed. Of course, watching television in either of our rooms was more appealing than hunting. I made a mental note to let her pick the activities and venue henceforth. My choices might be a bit too boring for her. "Of course

~Liam~ We drove to the hospital in silence, and I could feel the grim in the air. Other than Charlotte that was excited about seeing her mother, the rest of us were in deep thought. Evidently, the people who made the video and sent it to our parents were those who blew up the van and the house. They were the people that were watching Josephine and me. I could understand why Justin freaked out. I wondered what their deal was and why they had to harm the housekeeper. How does she tie into all this? Although they said the housekeeper had been employed by my grandparents, I did not know who she was. Grandma had a lot of workers, but we always ended up doing most of the chores in the house, so they rarely came by. This housekeeper must have been unlucky to be the one sent to the house. We need to look into her life to understand what might have happened. We arrived at the hospital, and the number of guards we found there indicated that Aunty Claudia was truly in the building. Uncl

~Charlotte~ A few minutes passed, and a knock echoed through my room. Truth be told, I wasn't in the mood to engage with anyone at the moment. I could only imagine that some of my cousins had picked up on my mood, and the thought of facing them in this state made my shyness peak. I had no idea what I would say or how I could explain myself. I was still lost in contemplation when a distinct scent wafted through the air, reaching my nostrils. I looked towards the door, my heart suddenly racing. I knew without a doubt that it was Caspian. Why else would he be here? A rush of uncertainty surged through me – was he coming to reject the bond that fate had seemingly woven between us? A part of me wanted to retreat, to pretend that I wasn't here, but reality pressed upon me. I knew he was just as aware of my presence as I was of his. With a deep breath, I made my way to the door, bracing myself for what was to come. As I swung the door open, there he stood – tall, handsome, and undeniably

~Caspian~ The morning sun filtered into my room, coaxing me out of sleep at my usual hour – six o'clock. With a stretch and a yawn, I readied myself for the day ahead. After a quick refresh, I made the decision to hit the Packhouse Gym, aiming to engage in a bit of muscle work. As I made my way out, I couldn't help but pass by Charlotte's door. A fleeting thought crossed my mind that she might still be asleep. The urge to knock was there, but then the fear of seeming invasive stopped me. The last thing I wanted was to come across as bothersome or, worse yet, as someone creeping into her space. That would be a sure way to ruin any chances I might have with her. Determinedly, I continued on my way, heading down the stairs and navigating through the packhouse. I approached one of the workers, inquiring about the location of the gym. With a friendly point in the right direction, I offered my gratitude and proceeded on my way. Upon arrival, I was taken aback by the empty room. It was od