Liam POV
As the teacher continued explaining the lesson for the day, my mind drifted far from the classroom. My wolf stirred restlessly in my head, his voice a low growl that refused to be ignored.
"That is not Haylie," he kept insisting.
I frowned, confused by his agitation. Of course, it's Haylie. Her fiery red hair, her striking green eyes—it had to be her. Yet… something felt off. Even my wolf's usual keen senses noticed something missing. Haylie always smelled like daisies—a sweet, floral scent that lingered like a memory—but now there was nothing. No scent at all.
I stared blankly at the teacher, pretending to pay attention while my thoughts churned. "Ace, why would she look like Haylie if she isn't Haylie?" I challenged my wolf.
But my question only seemed to aggravate him further. "You're a fool," he growled. "Haylie isn't like that."
