Where are my kids?

The air in the pack was charged with tension as Hunter carried Zora toward the center of the community. Garm awaited us like a guardian. I locked eyes with Garm, my heart racing with the urgency to know about my children.

“Where are my kids?” I asked Garm, my voice betraying anxiety. He looked at me and pointed toward the omega den with notable seriousness.

“They're in the omega den. They're going to need care,” Garm replied, concern evident in his eyes.

“Thank you,” I murmured, without waiting for further explanations, and ran towards the omega den. Worry dominated my thoughts as I imagined what could have happened to my triplets.

Upon arrival, I found Cierce, whose expression already hinted at bad news. I stared at her urgently and pleaded for answers.

“Where are the boys?” I questioned, my voice echoing with anguish.