JACKSON
For a long, endless second, I couldn't take my eyes off that point just a few steps beyond the border, between the maple and the birch: the spot where, a moment before, Meg and Callum were – and where, the next moment, they were not anymore.
Liam's scream echoed in my ears – a scream so full of pain, fear, and despair that it cracked my heart.
Meghan...
I pressed my lips, holding back the tears, even though I knew there was nothing wrong with crying.
"What have you done?"
A low hiss came from my right, and shocked, I turned: it was Liam who spoke, but... for the Goddess, that didn't sound like his voice at all.
And even he, now that I saw him, didn't seem like himself.
I was a werewolf – I knew how far males of my species could go, I knew how powerful the feelings were in
