"Idris, did you have your meals?" Casaio asked gently, his tone softening as he looked at the frail boy.
"I... I was waiting for my sister," Idris replied, glancing up with wide and hopeful eyes. Then, worry crept back into his voice. "I won’t have to go back to the Blood Dominion Pack, will I?"
He took a hesitant step closer to Casaio, his hands began trembling slightly.
"Please, sir... don’t send me back," Idris pleaded. "They’re bad people... They never let me go anywhere. I was always locked in. I tried to be good, but they still—" He broke off, clutching Zilia’s hand tighter.
Casaio stared at the boy, momentarily taken aback by the fear in his voice. He glanced at Zilia, her cheeks were still wet with tears.
"I’ll cook something for you, Idris," Zilia said gently, brushing her fingers through his hair. "Go wash your face in the bathroom, alright?"
Idris gave a silent nod and shuffled away, his small frame disappearing into the room.
Zilia turned to Casaio, and said, "Please... convey my gratitude to Gabriel. I never imagined I’d see Idris like this. He is free and not behind guarded walls. The few times I saw him before... it was always under strict security."
"Idris can’t stay with you," Casaio said.
Zilia gave a small nod, already expecting the answer. "I understand. Wherever you place him, I trust he’ll be safe under your protection."
"He’s twelve. Has his wolf awakened?" Casaio asked, folding his arms.
"Not yet," she replied.
He hummed. "You’re to continue laying low. Stay in your current role and keep working, just like you have been. I’ll decide based on your performance when or if you’re allowed to meet Idris again."
Zilia lowered her gaze, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "I–I understand."
"Go cook for your brother," Casaio said, turning away. "I’ll be taking him with me after that."
"Casaio..." Zilia’s voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her eyes searching his face. "They won’t come after Idris, will they?"
"They won’t," he replied without hesitation. Then, after a brief pause, he added coldly, "But if you fail in what’s expected of you... if you slip even once—"
He looked her dead in the eye.
"You might lose him for good."
Zilia stiffened, the open threat tightening around her like a noose. But she said nothing, just nodded slowly, swallowing the fear rising in her throat.
~~~~~
After lunch, Gabriel ensured Amelie got the rest she needed. He waited by her side until she fell asleep, not wanting to bring up anything that might disturb her peace. Once she was asleep, he quietly left the room and headed straight to find Katelyn.
As he entered the main hall, he noticed a servant clearing the table.
"Where’s Kate?" Gabriel asked in his sharp tone.
"Pardon me, Your Highness, but I’m not aware," the servant replied, bowing slightly.
Gabriel pulled out his phone, only to frown as he scrolled through his contacts and realized he hadn’t saved Katelyn’s number. With a sigh, he dialed Dominick’s number.
"What happened?" Dominick’s voice echoed across the hall as he stepped inside, already holding his phone.
Juniper joined him, pausing beside Dominick as she glanced between the two brothers.
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