I shifted back and looked at Ronnie. He shrugged. “It could be your father.” I lifted a brow, and he winced. “I mean, it could be.” I nodded toward the house, and we headed inside.
The Omegas were rushing back and forth, and I checked the progress. Everything looked exactly as I needed it to. Half the rooms looked lived in, while the other half looked still dusty and closed off.
“Why do you want the pack house to look like this?” Ronnie peaked into the closed-off ballroom. “Half lived in.”
“Because I need them to believe it.” We headed upstairs, and I found Greyson waiting by the office. “My dad?” He nodded to the left and turned. He led me to another room and opened the door. Cass and my dad were sitting across from each other. “Hey.”
My dad looked at me with a haggard smile. The I.
