"Why are you looking outside?" I asked, my confusion real.
"I found out from the guards that someone tried to enter the pack house this morning under false pretenses. We've been on high alert ever since," he explained, now making his way toward my wardrobe.
Panic surged through me. If he opened the closet, he'd find Damien. I darted to block him.
"Dad, why are you checking my room?" I tried to sound casual but was clearly anxious, grabbing his wrist to lead him away from the closet.
"I need to make sure you're safe. The person they saw earlier is dangerous, Kimberly. He's not from our area," Dad said, his voice serious.
"I'm fine, Dad. No one can get into my room without going through the guards first, right?" I gave him a small smile, trying to ease his worries.
He hesitated but nodded. "You're right. I just wanted to be sure."
"You've done your part, Dad. Now go get some rest. I'll see you in the morning," I urged him toward the door.
