I can't lose you

Louis made his way back to his home, his thoughts swirling like a tempest within.

As he entered his home, a sense of weariness clung to him, a physical manifestation of the mental strain he was under. He wondered who could be behind the troubles that had befallen the palace, the unsettling events that threatened the peace of their pack.

The list of suspects was short, but Louis was hesitant to jump to conclusions. Lady Isabella and her son remained the primary figures in his mind, their motives and actions casting a shadow of suspicion. However, he was determined to gather concrete evidence before drawing any final judgments.

The night was still and quiet as Louis sat on the edge of his bed, lost in his thoughts. His mind raced with possibilities, his determination to uncover the truth a driving force within him. He couldn't rest, not while Scarlett's condition remained a mystery.

Suddenly, a creak in the floorboards drew his attention, and Louis looked up to find Anna, his wife, st