Katrina’s POV

I kept put since I didn't want to risk running into anybody on my way out. The pack members' gleeful chatter about the upcoming pack run carried into my room, letting me know they were outside.

The onset of nighttime only served to heighten my already present concerns. To get into the mood for the shift, I put on some loose-fitting jeans, as do other pack members. It was just after six o'clock, and I was getting ready to go downstairs when I heard a knock on the door.

My dad was standing in my room, shirtless and in shorts, when I opened the door.

Instantaneously, I encircled...