Henderson's POV
"Mom, what's happening with Denise?" I question while she secures the monitoring equipment around me.
"I can't be certain, but my instinct tells me your pack's energy is frightening her. Fear radiated from her when I entered the room earlier, though without a mental connection to her, I cannot pinpoint the source."
I reach out through my bond with Percy, tuning into his conversation with Denise. His voice carries such tenderness as he speaks to her. Pride and affection flow through our connection, letting him know how much I value his gentle approach. Despite his focus on Denise and his attention to me, I sense him monitoring Tristan and the pack situation simultaneously. My mate truly is extraordinary.
"Everything's ready on this end. We'll begin once Percy returns," Mom announces.
"I'm hoping we might actually see our little one today. How incredible would that be?" I say.
