CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT

—JASMINE

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It's been five long days since Denzel's sudden collapse, and I've been counting every moment, eager for answers. As a member of his pack, I'm naturally curious about his well-being, but my concerns have been met with silence.

Rosemary has been tight-lipped about Denzel's condition, and my attempts to coax information from her have been unsuccessful.

I've tried every approach, from gentle prodding to calm, rational inquiry, but she's refused to budge.

Frustrated but not defeated, I've focused on my own little family, spending quality time with my babies and marveling at their rapid growth.

Their teeth are all out and they’re muttering more words than I can ever conclude now. Three days ago, Azrael mumbled mama, and I flew over the moon.

But that passed and I’m still not over the fact that something horrible could be wrong with Denzel.

Just as I'm lost in thought, a knock at the door breaks the silence.

I expect it to be Rosemary or another pack member or Enora to be