Approaching her with tender concern, Mr. Grey enveloped her in a comforting embrace. "What troubles you, my love? You've lingered here since the guests departed. Is everything alright?" His voice was soothing calm against her troubled thoughts. Resting her head against his chest, she sighed softly before finding her voice.

"It's Damien," she began, her words heavy with apprehension. "Did you notice his demeanour at the party? He scarcely exchanged a word with anyone, not even the young women who sought his attention. And then, he vanished without a trace. I watched him consume tequila shots as though his very existence depended on it. I'm filled with dread, darling. What if he refuses to heed our pleas to attend that school? It's our only hope. What if he remains oblivious to the peril looming over him?" Her eyes, pools of uncertainty, searched his for solace.

Mr Grey's brow furrowed with concern as he pondered the gravity of their predicament. Despite their attempts to maintain a facade of resilience, the fear gnawed at their hearts, threatening to unravel their composure. Though she projected an aura of strength, it was clear that even his formidable wife harboured doubts about their ability to sway their son's fate.

"Perhaps we should divulge the truth to him," he suggested, his voice laced with uncertainty. "Enlightening him about the dangers he faces may awaken him to the urgency of our plea. We cannot afford to shield him from reality any longer, my dear."

She recoiled at the notion, her resolve faltering at the prospect of unveiling their son's destined path. "To brand our son as a monster? No, I cannot bear to utter such words. Despite the warnings of the white witch, I refuse to relinquish hope for Lucas. We cannot subject him to such a burden, not now. He is our flesh and blood, and I will not abandon him, regardless of the darkness that looms over him."

With tears cascading down her cheeks, she sought solace in her husband's reassuring embrace. "We must redouble our efforts to persuade him," she implored, her voice quivering with emotion. "The curse...the Great white Witch,  I feel scared for our son and I don't know what to do, almost every other warewolf looks down on him, he's better off at the human school, that school might not be safe for him anymore,...."

Mr. Grey enveloped her trembling form in a comforting embrace, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared anguish. "Fear not, my love," he murmured, his voice a beacon of reassurance. "We will navigate this storm together, as we have always done. Our son's welfare is paramount, and we will spare no effort to safeguard him from the perils that await. Trust in our love, for it shall guide us through the darkest of times."

As she succumbed to the solace of sleep, he gently extricated himself from her embrace, his mind consumed by the gravity of their plight. Ascending the staircase with purposeful strides, he approached Damien's chamber with a sense of trepidation. Knocking softly, he received no response, prompting him to cautiously turn the handle and push open the door.

The room lay shrouded in darkness, the absence of his son's presence a stark reminder of the chasm that had formed between them. Casting his gaze around the disarrayed chamber, he detected no sign of Lucas's whereabouts. Minutes stretched into eternity as he awaited his son's return, his heart weighed down by the uncertainty that clouded their future.

Finally, the door creaked open, admitting Damien's figure into the dimly lit room. His appearance, a stark departure from the debonair demeanour of the previous evening, elicited a pang of concern in his father's heart. The once immaculate attire now hung dishevelled upon his frame, bearing the telltale signs of a night spent in tumultuous reverie.

Damien's eyes, usually ablaze with vitality, now smouldered with an enigmatic intensity as he regarded his father with silent resignation. Sensing the unspoken turmoil that gripped his son's soul, Mr Grey braced himself for the impending conversation, steeling his resolve to confront the spectre of uncertainty that loomed over them.

"Damien," he began, his voice tinged with apprehension. "We need to talk."

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, heralding the beginning of a conversation fraught with uncertainty and apprehension. As father and son stood on the precipice of revelation, the spectre of destiny loomed large, casting a shadow over their familial bond. With every passing moment, the Grey family's resolve would be tested, their unity challenged by the immutable forces that sought to shape their collective fate.

Yet amidst the uncertainty that enveloped them, there flickered a glimmer of hope—a steadfast belief in the power of love to conquer even the darkest of shadows. With unwavering determination, Mr. Grey would confront the challenges that lay ahead, drawing strength from the unwavering bond that bound their family together.

But now, he had to confront his son. Knowing Damien well, he might not have said that much about the human elite school but he was sure that his son would not agree to it. His behaviour showed it, too, but he had to do what he had to do as a father. He looked at Damien, not knowing where to start, but he had to find a way.