RILEY'S POV
I pushed open the front door of the Highridge Mansion, the cool evening breeze from the Northern Woods following me in.
My mind was still spinning from the dinner with Logan, and the finality in his eyes. I needed space to breathe, but the house wasn't quiet because voices came from the living room.
"Riley," Dad called as I stepped into the house, waving me over with a firm hand.
He sat in his usual armchair, looking every bit the Alpha with his silver-streaked hair and broad shoulders.
"Come join us, we're planning a dinner party for Sunday night to celebrate how Callum pulled us out of that company's mess."
I nodded, shoving the ache from Logan down deep, and crossed to the plush sofa opposite them. Callum lounged in the chair next to Dad, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp.
"It's a good chance to thank the team and lift spirits," Callum added, his voice smooth. "Show everyone we're solid."
