Ayla’s POV
I stared at the door, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. Arkon had gone completely still, his body tense like a coiled spring.
The knock came a third time, followed by a voice. "Arkon, it's me. Liam."
Some of the tension drained from Arkon's shoulders. He stood slowly, moving to the door and peering through the peephole before unlocking it.
A tall guy with dark hair stood in the doorway, maybe mid-twenties, with the same predatory grace that all of Arkon's pack seemed to have. His eyes were sharp and alert as they swept over the room, landing on me for just a second before returning to Arkon.
"We need you," Liam said. . "Now, They've agreed to meet. One final confrontation to settle this."
Arkon's jaw clenched. "When?"
"Twenty minutes. The old factor
