Selene’s POV
The silence that followed Liam's threat was suffocating, pressing down on me like a physical weight. I could feel my heart hammering against my ribs, but I could also feel something far more potent and destructive—pure, unadulterated hatred.
I stared at Liam's transformed face, at the otherworldly glow in his usually gentle gray eyes, and felt something inside me shrivel with rage. This was Liam who had been mine before that pathetic excuse for a pack member had crawled back into our lives.
How dare he look at me like I'm the enemy, I thought venomously, my perfectly manicured nails digging crescents into my palms. How dare he threaten me. Me! — over that wolfless b***h.
The way he stood there, radiating menace like some ancient predator, made my skin crawl with a mixture
