Dakota and I rode with my father over to Mr. Wilson's house. When we pulled into the driveway, everything looked quiet.
"Jess, you stay in the car," Dad said, opening his door.
I sighed. "Dad, I'm the Beta of this pack now and you're going to have to stop sheltering me. I have to do my duty."
Dad bit his lower lip, and then nodded once. "Let's go." Even though he was relenting now, I knew it was going to take him some time.
Dakota slid out of Dad's truck and I got out behind him and silently closed the door. Then the three of us walked slowly up to the house.
"I'll take the back," I whispered, already headed that way as Dakota followed.
Dad nodded once, and then pulled out his gun, approaching the front.
It was a one-story, small ranch house in a neighborhood with other houses. We had been here when we staked him out before, but everything looked different, more exposed, during the day.
