Zooble and the others were in their rooms, desperately trying to find some semblance of rest amidst the turmoil.

The night outside was silent, but inside, an overwhelming heaviness lingered in the air.

Meanwhile, you sat alone on the couch, your mind swirling with tangled thoughts, trying to make sense of everything that had just transpired.

Caine’s lie had shattered something vital, and now... nothing felt certain anymore.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis, and the once-clear path forward was obscured by shadows of doubt.

You had always believed there was an exit, a way out of the darkness—something to hold onto when everything else crumbled.

But now, uncertainty gnawed at you, gnashing its teeth into your hope, leaving you adrift in a sea of confusion.

Your right hand rested limply on the armrest of the couch, trembling slightly under the weight of your emotions.

The other hand, trembling too, cupped your eyes as tears threatened to break free, blurring your vision and muffling the ache inside your chest.

You felt vulnerable and lost, swallowed by the silence and your own despair.

From the corner, Jax’s ears twitched subtly—an almost imperceptible sign that he sensed your distress.

His gaze softened as he observed your soft sobs, understanding that beneath your façade of composure, you were just as numb and shaken as he was by the revelation.

Carefully, almost hesitantly, he inched closer, his steps quiet on the floor.

Without a word, he settled down beside you, offering silent companionship in your moment of vulnerability.

Gently, he reached out and squeezed your hand in a reassuring gesture, a quiet reminder that you weren’t alone in this darkness.