LIAM’S P.O.V.
The air outside the gym was sharp and cold. I rolled my shoulders, trying to shake off the heaviness that clung to me like a second skin. Everywhere was too quiet, too still, and every sound; the wind in the trees, the echo of my boots on the stone path, felt too loud.
I needed peace. Just a little of it.
Instead, I had chaos.
Marla. Her smirk. Her scent on the sheets. The lies spreading through the pack like smoke.
I rubbed my temples and headed back toward the castle. The guards I passed looked away quickly. Smart of them. One wrong look and I might have torn someone apart just to silence the noise in my head.
When I reached my chambers, the door was closed. I didn’t need to open it to know she was inside. I could feel her, the wrongness in her energy, the rot behind
