Savannah
“Are you up, Savannah?” A soft knock, then my dad’s head peeped around the door a few moments later. I nodded, and he came inside, closing the door quietly behind him.
The false enthusiasm he always wore for the boys was gone now, replaced by a weariness that mirrored my own.
More than me, he distrusted everyone involved in this. He didn’t know Xavier, was still wary of Alpha Henry, and seriously doubted my mother was truly on our side.
He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe.
“Sophia hasn’t sent a message?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
I shook my head, leaning back against the worn headboard.
“So, what’s next?” he said, more to himself than to me. “You’re not happy here, cooped up like this. And I see danger everywhere. They all
