The stranger’s words hung in the courtyard long after the silence should have ended.
You’re choosing her over your pack?
Yes.
Denise couldn’t stop staring at Liam.
The certainty in his voice unsettled her more than the gold eyes.
More than the growl.
More than the fact that apparently werewolves existed.
Because Liam hadn’t hesitated.
Not even for a second.
The three men at the forest edge exchanged looks.
The one in front shook his head.
“You’ve lost perspective.”
Liam’s expression remained cold.
“No.”
“Then you’re lying to yourself.”
The stranger glanced toward Denise.
“She doesn’t understand what this is.”
“I don’t care what you think she understands.”
The temperature in the courtyard seemed to drop.
The stranger sighed.
“That’s the problem.”
Denise finally found he
