ISADORA'S POV
As Eamon and I entered the pack house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The pack members were not expecting his return, and their surprised expressions were evident as they caught sight of him. Eamon, on the other hand, wore a wide, cheerful smile, completely oblivious to the turmoil he had caused.
Before anyone could react or the pack members could swarm him with questions, I stepped forward, my expression stern. "Eamon," I whispered, my voice low but firm, "don't say a word. I'll handle everything. It's best if the pack doesn't find out about your memory loss just yet."
Eamon nodded, his smile faltering slightly.
But the pack members were not content to let us pass in peace. Their voices rose in a cacophony of excitement and curiosity. They surrounded Eamon,
