With a loud, ominous thud, the door slammed shut, sealing the room with the two of us inside.
Liam was now with me, trapped. His dark, piercing eyes scanned every inch of my face as the icy breeze of the cold night, a remnant of the snowfall, seeped through my open window.
“Liam! What the hell do you think you're doing here?” I asked sharply, my voice laden with indignation.
Normally, my wolf would howl excitedly at the presence of her mate, but now she remained strangely silent. She stood motionless for a moment, as if something in the atmosphere or in me had thrown her off balance.
Liam, on the other hand, looked at me with that cold expression of superiority and raised an eyebrow with disdain. “I'll ask the questions,” he replied, pausing dramatically. “Bridge, can you explain to me
