I stood outside the front door, my heart pounding like I’d just run a marathon. Mom always said I had a flair for the dramatic, but this time it felt justified. After everything Liam had told me, I needed answers. I needed to know if my entire life was built on a lie.
The house was quiet when I stepped inside. I dropped my bag on the floor and kicked off my shoes, my mind racing with the million things I wanted to ask Mom. But the house was empty. Mom wasn't home. Of course, she wasn’t. She’d probably picked up an extra shift at the hospital again. I sighed and headed to the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a soda.
I sat down on the couch, the silence of the house pressing in on me. The questions swirled in my mind, each one more pressing than the last. Why did Liam smell a werewolf s
