Mountain Villa.
At that exact moment, Waldo's hand clenched around his glass. A sudden, inexplicable unease twisted through his chest. It was primal, instinctive—a warning from the wolf within.
Something was wrong.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Regina.
Nothing. Just the repeated, mocking beeps of a busy signal. That only made the sinking feeling worse.
Ordinarily, he'd be angry. But right now… it felt like something had stung him straight through the heart.
Frowning, Waldo dialed Donki. The call connected almost immediately.
"Waldo," came Donki's cool, measured voice—calm even in chaos. That was who he was.
"Did something happen to Tara and Regina?" Waldo cut straight to the point, his voice sharp. The chiseled features of his face had already darkened, a storm brewing in his expression.
Donki paused for a brief moment before replying, his tone low and steady:
