*Kenna*

When we arrived at Uncle Alex’s house, his Beta, Anthony, was standing out front. At first I thought he was there to greet us. The four of us exited our vehicles and started up the walkway. When Anthony made no move to acknowledge or greet us, it became apparent that he was standing guard. I felt my stomach twist uncomfortably. He barely spared a glance toward us. Instead, his dark eyes were fixed on the horizon, like he was expecting someone to appear at any ...