Liam Point of View
As unease settled upon her features, I felt it again—
The pull.
The recognition.
And within me, Byron surged.
‘Mate!’ he roared, his voice crashing against my thoughts with relentless force. ‘Tell her! She must know! She must awaken!’
I clenched my jaw, steadying myself against him.
Not like this.
Not in a hall already stained with tension.
Not when she stood before me unaware—
Unprepared.
Unclaimed.
And far too young to be burdened by what we were.
‘Tell her!’ Byron pressed again, more savage now. ‘She cannot remain among them as though she belongs to all! She is ours!’
I forced a breath through my chest, grounding myself in reason rather than instinct.
Werewolves were not gentle in matters of fate.
We did not share.
We did not wait willingly.
And yet—
