Riley POV
The next day is wrought with tension. My father's mood is dark, my mother is flitting around like a damn butterfly, and Sofia is dressed to the nines, while I wear a basic pair of sweatpants, an off-the-shoulder top, and sneakers. The pack house is quiet, unsettling. Hardly anybody lives in the pack house besides us and the omegas, with the occasional pack member, but now it just seems cold and devoid of any warmth.
We sit in the living room. I'm seated as far away as possible from the rest of them. Sofia shoots me a smug look, smoothing down her skirt and flipping her hair over her shoulders. I merely arch a brow at her and smirk, knowing it pisses her off. She opens her mouth, and the front door bursts open, heavy footsteps heading in our direction as my parents suck in thei
