Liam's POV
Hours had passed since my conversation with Dahlia’s father—Lia, as I had quickly learned was the nickname everyone used for her. Yet, despite the time, my thoughts remained tangled, my mind a chaotic storm I couldn't quiet. I paced restlessly across the Sterlings’ backyard, wearing a path through a patch of wildflowers that lined the forest’s edge. The weight of everything Oberon had told me sat heavily on my chest, making the walls feel like they were closing in. I had needed air, but even now, I couldn’t find relief.
Ghost wasn’t helping.
My wolf had locked onto Lia’s scent, tethering himself to her in an unshakable certainty that she belonged to us. He was impatient, insistent that she would want him just as much as he wanted her. But the human side of me knew better. Thi
