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NIGHT - PACK MANSION

Delilah was busy with some pack work as the Luna of the pack while it was Stephen's duty at that moment to play with his kid till his Mom is free for him. Stephen was at the poolside sitting on the chair and watching his son playing building blocks alone on the mat placed beside him.

Nathan, absorbed in building blocks on the mat, proudly exclaimed, "This is our house, dad."

Stephen, his attention captured, smiled warmly. Nathan continued, pointing at various blocks, "This is mom and your room," he gestured, "and this is my room. This is my little sister's room, who's going to come soon, grandma said. Isn't it nice?"

Nathan started clapping, feeling excited by his own imaginary story whereas Delilah and Stephen did share an eye lock from their respective places.

Their locked gaze shattered as Stephen's phone abruptly rang, the shrill tone cutting through the otherwise tense atmosphere. He swiftly retrieved the device, his expression tensing as he recognized the