King Bailey POV
I wait, slipping out of the bed, Riley's hair splayed across the pillow, her beautiful eyes closed as she breathes evenly, fast asleep. I creep out of the bedroom, my bare feet padding on the floor, careful not to wake her up as I silently close the door and head downstairs, heading out of the pack house and inhaling the delicious aroma of the pine trees and dirt nearby, while I wander closer to the forest, another familiar scent present. He's back. I can feel myself relieved, yet a sense of foreboding fills me. Something is amiss. Something is wrong. He would have sent word that he was coming back unless there was something wrong. It's been too long and as I stay on the grounds, his figure comes out of the shadows, his face grim even as I step forward to hug him, embracin
