"How's Don?" Leonardo asked the very moment Esme made her way downstairs. The room was full, with every gaze turned expectantly towards her, a shared apprehension reflected in their expressions.
"He's fine now," Esme assured everyone, her voice steady, allowing a collective breath of relief to ripple through the gathering. But amidst the eased tension, Revana's eyebrow creased into a slight frown as she pondered on Donovan's predicament
"Did he explain what happened to him? Why he wouldn't wake up when we found him?" She asked, flexing her wrist, but Esme shook her head slowly. "He didn't? My hands are still sore from slapping him over and over. It's a wonder only I can get away with striking the Alpha."