EPISODE SIXTY-THREE-THE PACK FALLING APART

Henri’s POV

My phone rang in my pocket and I brought it out to check who it was. Karyna and I were having a light meal of macaroni and cheese, something we found in Victor’s kitchen drawers and fridge.

I frowned when I looked at my screen, only to discover that it was an unknown number calling me.

Karyna was observing me as our eyes met. She raised a questioning brow at me over her meal, but she didn’t say anything.

“Someone’s calling me, but it’s a strange number,” I said to her, contemplating between letting it ring out, or answering it.

“Answer it,” she replied simply. “I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“Someone can be tracking my number,” I deadpanned and her lips curled up in a smile.

“Yes, there’s that, but you can just answer it and hear who it is first, before jumping into conclusions. Or else, you’re just going to continue living in ignorance,” she hummed, stabbing into the creamy meal.

As much as I didn’t like to admit it, she was right. I shouldn’t just judge base