Liam
For the first time in days, the pack lands aren’t crawling with tension, with watchers, with that constant itch between my shoulder blades that says you’re being observed. The Assembly spies are gone—driven out, scattered, whatever the hell they want to call it. I don’t care. What matters is this—
Peace.
And more importantly…
Time.
Time with my sister.
I glance over at Aria, where she stands at the edge of the clearing, arms wrapped around herself, like she’s bracing against something that isn’t there. The wind shifts, carrying her scent to me—smoke and something softer beneath it. Something new. Something that still makes my wolf restless in my chest.
Behind us, four very large problems pace in human form.
Ronan leans against a tree as he owns it, arms crossed, eyes glued to
