The chaos of the battle had finally subsided, and the garden was now a scene of quiet aftermath. The air was thick with the scent of earth and adrenaline, but Isla’s heart raced for an entirely different reason. She had witnessed Liam’s strength and prowess as he fought off the rogues, and now, all she wanted was to be close to him.
After the pack had regrouped and ensured the area was secure, Isla found herself drawn to Liam’s room in the mansion. She needed to see him, to feel the warmth of his presence after the harrowing events of the day. As she approached the door, her heart fluttered with anticipation and relief. She knocked softly, and the door swung open to reveal Liam, still in his wolf form, his fur glistening under the soft light of the room.
The moment their eyes met, a wave of emotion washed over Isla. She stepped inside, and before she could say a word, Liam shifted back to his human form, his expression a mix of exhaustion and relief. He looked at her, and in that inst
