Agnes
Once we looked at least somewhat presentable, we headed upstairs, Elijah locking the door behind us with the security code. A few workers were still bustling around the house, putting finishing touches on various rooms.
James wasn’t inside. We found him waiting in the garden, standing beneath one of the maple trees that lined the property’s edge. My stomach clenched at the sight of him. He was too far away for me to read his expression, but his posture was stiff, like he was holding back.
James nodded as we approached. “Alpha. Luna. Thank you for coming quickly.”
“What’s going on?” Elijah asked.
James glanced toward the house where workers were still visible through the windows. “Let’s walk,” he suggested, gesturing toward the path that wound through the garden.
