Evan's p.o.v

The whispers and glares we were receiving while walking into the pack house were noticeable. We were intruders to them after all, even though we knew Whitney. 

"Where is your room?" Ryan asked Lexi softly.

"Over here." She answered then picked up her pace as we followed behind.

"Here." She pointed at a large door happily then touched the handle to pull it open when it opened on its own and August stepped out.

"What the fuck!" Ryan growled and moved in a split ...