CHAPTER 27

He entered the room. And stopped dead in his tracks. Across the room was Danica balancing on one of the dining chairs as she used a feather duster to tackle non-existent cobwebs. But it wasn"t Danica. Danica was life and fire and sensuality and adorable sarcasm. She was not quiet or expressionless or withdrawn or robotic. Most of the pack, even Lindy, were gathered in the room on the sofa facing the T.V., but all eyes were fixed on Danica. And all, even Lindy, appeared concerned. So concerned that they only spared him a brief glance before turning their attention back to her. Slowly he covered the space between them until he was beside the chair she was balanced on. She didn"t look at him. But she wasn"t ignoring him, he quickly realized. She was simply elsewhere in her mind. "Danica?" he said softly. "Danica baby…you okay?" She double-blinked as if snapping out of a daze and then peered down at him. "Everything okay?" he asked aga