Liam POV
The tension in the room was suffocating. It felt like a heavy weight pressing down on me, making my stomach churn as nausea coiled in my throat. My wolf had retreated deep into my mind, unable to handle the scent, leaving me grappling with emotions I didn't entirely understand.
Haylie had been right—there was something there.
I'd smelled it earlier but tried to dismiss it, convincing myself it couldn't possibly be her. But when she said period, the pieces finally clicked. My mind rewound to the awkward high school lesson on human biology: the monthly cycle, the release of eggs, the preparation for pregnancy.
Wolves didn't experience this; our bodies worked differently. Even my ex, North, had never dealt with something like this.
