Arianna
“My father.”
The words barely made it out of my mouth.
Easton’s entire body went rigid beside me, but Braxton reacted first. He grabbed his radio and started issuing orders so quickly I could barely follow them. Warriors surrounded the Alpha house. Nobody entered. Nobody approached the doors. His mother and Eva were still upstairs, and until we knew exactly what we were dealing with, nobody was going to make a move that could put them in more danger.
I understood the logic.
I still wanted to throw up.
My father was inside that house.
After years of running, changing jobs, changing towns, learning how to sleep lightly and never grow too comfortable anywhere, he was suddenly sitting less than ten minutes away from me.
Not searching.
Not wondering.
Waiting.
For me.
Easton’
