Klaus

Klaus paces back and forth, his wolf form agitated. He can't help but feel a mix of excitement and worry. "She's coming home," he mutters to himself, his tail wagging anxiously.

Nola is brought to the packhouse, looking disheveled and dirty. She has a few visible bruises on her arms and a cut on her lip. Her hair is messy and tangled. She is escorted by the guards, her head hung low.

The guards escort Nola to the pack's main house. Klaus is waiting at the entrance, his face a mix of emotions: worry, anger, and anticipation. He clenches his fists as he sees her approaching.