Chapter 117 Daughter Of The Moonstonee Pack Two

• Luckily before I sank too deep, the door creaked behind us. I took the distraction to step out of his embrace to see Khalid stepping inside with a deadpan face. “He’s ready to talk to you.”
• With that, we followed him to a room downstairs where Harris sat at the long table. His shoulders sagged like a man who hadn’t slept for weeks. His once pristine demeanor hung limp as though the weight of age had settled fast on him these past days.
• “You wanted answers,” he said without looking up. “I’ll give them.”