MARLA’S P.O.V
The pack house was too loud. Too busy. Too full of people who liked to stare at me like I was the problem. I was not the problem. I never had been. The real problem was that the Alpha refused to see what was right in front of him.
Liam had spent days running around like a restless wolf. Searching for people who probably did not want to be found. Acting like the whole world was ending. He looked worse every time he walked into the house. Tired eyes. Mud on his boots. Blood on his clothes. But did he ever slow down? No. Because he was stubborn. And dramatic.
I stood at the top of the stairs with my arms folded. I watched him walk past like he did not see me. Again. He always pretended I did not exist now. And it was annoying.
He thought ignoring me would make me go away. He
