Chapter 32

ISADORA'S POV
As Eamon and I entered the pack house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The pack members were not expecting his return, and their surprised expressions were evident as they caught sight of him. Eamon, on the other hand, wore a wide, cheerful smile, completely oblivious to the turmoil he had caused.
Before anyone could react or the pack members could swarm him with questions, I stepped forward, my expression stern. "Eamon," I whispered, my voice low but firm, "don't say a word. I'll handle everything. It's best if the pack doesn't find out about your memory loss just yet."