The Question of what?

Eden couldn't sit still. She felt like she had ants crawling under her skin, and the only way to relieve the restlessness was to keep moving. So, she had taken it upon herself to clean the pack house, from top to bottom. It was a daunting task, but she needed to do something to keep herself occupied while she waited for news about Flinn.

It had been two days since the attack on the pack, and Flinn was nowhere to be found. Eden had ordered for the hospitals and morgues to be searched, but there was no sign of him. She couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in her chest every time she thought about him.

As she scrubbed the floors of the pack house, her mind kept drifting to Flinn. Was he alive? Was he hurt? Had he been captured by the enemy? She didn't know, and the uncertainty was eating away at her.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She had to do something. She sent a guard to find Naim he found her house then reported where she lived.

Eden went to her house immediately