Summer POV

I texted my sister and told her to meet me at Dad’s house after dinner. I didn’t miss being Marcella’s slave, yet here I was. Dad’s truck wasn’t parked out front, so he must be at the base cooking up a plan to protect the pack since Blake vowed to make us pay for locking him up.

“Uh, look what the cat dragged in?” Rachel smiled. She put down her magazine and uncrossed her legs.

“Is it Summer?” Marcella barked.

I paused at the door and frowned. Rachel smiled ...