[Tyson]
I glanced around the living area of the beach house and smiled. Most of the pack would be arriving after my parents, but a close few were hidden in plain sight. A few hid behind the couch. A few hid in the bedroom and bathroom, while I hid with Bianca in the kitchen. I turned my head to look at her and I frowned. She looked normal, nothing out of place. She wore a thick wooly jersey with a dark pair of jeans. Her golden hair hung loosely and framed her face beautifully.
“Good thing this place was cleaned, huh?” she whispered as her gaze met mine. I could hear a few snickers coming from the living room and bathroom and I flinched. She threw me an apologetic smile, but for some reason, it didn’t quite brighten her eyes the way it normally would. Something was off, I knew it.
“Ssh
