#Chapter 104: The Coma

Darren The pack house looked peaceful from the outside, but the second I stepped through the front door, I knew something was wrong. The hum of crackling fireplaces and quiet conversations that usually lingered in the air was gone, replaced by the sound of panic. People were shouting somewhere, guards were rushing back and forth, and the very air smelled like disaster. I barely had time to close the door behind me before my grandmother suddenly appeared at the end of the hall, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear. “Darren,” she called, striding toward me with urgent steps. “Thank the Goddess you’re back. It’s Aria.” My stomach dropped, and my grip tightened instinctively around Lucas’s. “What happened?” I asked. “We found her upstairs,” my grandmother said, her voice trembling. “In Emilia’s old room. She was unconscious when I got to her.” My hand slipped from Lucas’s without even meaning to. “Take me to her,” I said abruptly. My gra