LIAM’S POV
It’s only been a day. Twenty-four hours since Jackson left… but it feels like a month already. I stood outside the packhouse, the cold morning wind tugging at my hoodie as I stared blankly at the distant border trees. Somewhere out there, our livestock had been found shredded—carcasses left to rot, blood soaking into the soil like a message. A warning.
Rogues. Again.
I’d already received two reports: one from the hunters, another from a patrol unit. And now, they were all looking at me.
Me. The fifteen-year-old boy who used to wake up and train just to impress his big brother. The one who used to sneak meat from the kitchen to share with Sarah and pretend he was more than just a Beta’s daughter’s friend. The one who always had a backup—his father, the Lycan King, or Jackson, Alpha-in-training, at his side.
But now… Dad was barely conscious, slipping in and out. Jackson was out risking his life for ingredients to save him. And me? I’m standing here trying to pretend I’m not
