Silas's POV
When I was helping others, I had a strange feeling, like something bad was about to happen. That's why I was being cautious.
Just then, I felt a touch on my shoulder. When I turned around, I saw Damon, Theron, Lysander, and Kael standing there. Velric was in Theron's arms.
Seeing them, I was shocked. How did they even get here when all the flights were canceled due to the heavy weather forecast?
"What are you all doing here?" I asked.
Lysander stepped forward and held my hand.
"Silas, do you know how worried I was about you? I've been calling you for the past few days, but you never picked up."
I pulled my hand back from Lysander's grip.
"I was sent here to correct my mistakes. There was no signal, so I don't think I got any calls from you."
As I spoke, Lysander turned and glared at Damon.
"Mr. Damon, is this how you treat your own artist? You sent him far away from our pack, and even here, he ended up in trouble—all because of you."
