Liam’s POV
I skimmed another flat stone across the dark river, watching it skip twice before sinking with a pathetic splash. Patience had never been my strong suit, and tonight it was fraying thread by thread. I checked my phone again. Ten-fifteen. She still hadn’t shown.
A low sigh escaped me as I pocketed the device. “She’s really not coming, is she?” I muttered to the empty night. “Guess she doesn’t care if I expose her. Hell, maybe I was just guessing. Their relationship might actually be real for all I know.”
My wolf stirred suddenly, a sharp alert rippling under my skin. She’s here.
A smirk tugged at my lips before I could stop it. I stood, brushing dirt from my jeans, and turned just as Aurora stepped into the faint moonlight spilling from the warehouse roof. Anger radiated off
