Joyce's POV:
The news that Gene brought was like a bolt from the blue. I couldn't help but tremble. So many years of plans would go down the drain just like that?
I had planned for over twenty years and spent so much effort sending Gene to another pack to gather information. Now, he brought the worst news of my life to me.
"Are you sure that the news is true?" I gripped the back of the armchair tightly. My knuckles had already turned white from gripping too hard.
Gene did not enter the house. Instead, he stood in the corner. I had no doubt that if there were a rat hole, he would not hesitate to crawl into it.
"Yes... Yes, when I returned, their cars were all gone..." Gene said, quivering.
