Liam's P.O.V.
Ever since I returned to the pack, it felt like I was caught in some twisted joke orchestrated by the Moon Goddess herself. Everywhere I went, Mai Blackwood seemed to appear, her piercing silver eyes tracking my every move. At first, I thought it was just coincidence. Maybe fate had a cruel sense of humor, placing me in the orbit of my lifelong tormentor. But when it kept happening—at the pack house, the training grounds, the market—I began to wonder if she was following me.
The first time it happened was in the forest, a place I'd sought out for peace since I was a kid. It was the only place where I could escape the whispers and stares. That day, I'd grabbed my sketchpad and set out to my favorite spot by the lake, ready to lose myself in drawing.
