Beth's POV
We all followed Ally's gaze to look at the door of the pack house with our drinks in our hands.
I held my breath in anticipation of the mysterious guest that Ally talked about.
The footsteps came nearer and nearer, but it sounded a little weak and a bit slow, leaving us all wondering if the person was either old, sick or just naturally slow.
As the figure came closer, I began to scent a familiar scent and abruptly yanked Aaron's arm, so hard that my nails dug deep into his muscles.
He must have felt the pain, he looked at me with a questioning look, "Beth?"
"It's him!" I whispered, almost with certainty. "My father."
The atmosphere at the pack house became solemn after my father also entered almost immediately.
The moment he entered, the wolves all kicked over their tables and chairs in anger.