Emily's POV
The celebration was in full swing, with the sounds of laughter, music, and clinking glasses filling the air. I stood on the outskirts, watching the pack members as they danced and mingled, feeling like an outsider in the midst of it all. My thoughts were elsewhere, lost in the swirl of confusion that had become my constant companion since arriving here.
"Emily," a voice called softly, pulling me from my thoughts.
I turned to see Liam approaching, his expression warm but tinged with concern. He moved with the easy grace of someone who was used to commanding attention, yet there was something gentle in his demeanor that set him apart from the others. His eyes, a soft shade of brown, were kind as they met mine.
"Liam," I greeted him, managing a small smile. "Enjoying
