Third POV
"MARCEL! Where's my jacket" Dáinn had been searching around the entire room for his leather jacket but couldn't find it anywhere.
"Keanu, help him get his jacket from the laundry room, please!" He heard Marcel ask for Keanu. Walking out of his room, Dáinn headed towards the living room where the rest were seated.
"Dáinn?" He turned around to look at the youngest pack member looking at him with furrowed brows. Confused, he looked around to see the other giggling softly
"What? What's wrong?" Still not sure what was going on, he raised his eyebrows questioningly towards Favian who in return simply shook his head and went back to doing whatever was on his phone.
He looked around to see the workers eyeing him weirdly. Following their gaze, he looked down and that's when the realization hit him.
