Liam didn't speak for the rest of the drive. He only broke the silence to bark monosyllabic orders into his phone, his jaw tight, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
He didn't take me to my parents' house. He didn't take me to his apartment. He drove straight to the massive stone estate where the Pack Gathering had been held—the heart of his territory.
He parked Jack’s Jeep haphazardly on the gravel drive and got out, coming around to open my door without looking at me.
A small crowd had gathered on the front steps. Mum, Dad, Jack, Seraphina, Caleb, Zara, and Julian. They looked anxious, huddled together like survivors of a storm.
Suddenly, a figure broke away from the group and sprinted toward us.
Mila Petrova.
Jealousy, hot and irrational, flared in my chest. I slowed down, l
