Liam’s pov
The park was quiet, the kind of quiet that made my skin crawl. A few street lamps flickered above us, casting long shadows across the empty benches. I leaned against the rough bark of an old oak tree, arms crossed, jaw tight. Lucian stood a few feet away, staring down the path like he could will Aurora into appearing if he looked hard enough.
I checked my watch for the fifth time. “She’s not coming,” I muttered. “I told you this was a waste of time. You should’ve been the one to message her, not me. She hates me more.”
Lucian didn’t even glance at me. “She’ll come.”
His voice was calm, but I could smell the anxiety rolling off him. My wolf was spiraling inside me — pacing, snarling, clawing at my chest like a caged animal. The pain had been getting worse for days, a constant
