LIAM'S P. O. V
It was exactly eight pm when I arrived at the bungalow I had placed Iris in pending when a room would be arranged for her at the pack house.
Something felt off and strange. I scowled a bit and sniffed the air, getting a tiny whiff of my father's scent. It was barely noticeable, a normal Werewolf wouldn't have been able to catch a whiff of the scent but I wasn't normal, I was a Lycaon with heightened senses and my senses were telling me that something wasn't right.
I knocked on the door but there was no response. I knocked three more times but still nothing. I checked the time on my wristwatch and saw that it was five minutes past eight pm. Where the hell was Skylar? I told her I was going to pick her up by eight. I tried the door knob but it was locked. That was weird.
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