Liam's father looked down at Isla, his presence commanding yet gentle. His eyes, the same striking almond hunter's eyes as his son's - but of brown shade - held a depth of wisdom that spoke of years of leadership.
The opulent hotel lobby seemed to fade around them as he reached for her hand, his touch carrying an unexpected warmth that reminded her of Liam's.
"Wolf-less," he said, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of werewolf tradition. The word hung in the air between them, not accusatory but contemplative.
Isla flushed under his scrutiny, feeling every bit the outsider she was. Her fingers trembled slightly in his grip.
"Yes, I am," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. The crystal chandeliers overhead cast dancing shadows across his face, highlighting the familial resemblance to Liam that made her heart ache.
Liam and his father were more like twins - except for eye color.
He nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "There must be a reason why you are mated t
