Liam POV
I'll never forget JC's words: "Let me help her, Liam. She didn't deserve this."
"I still don't trust him," my wolf growled in the back of my mind.
"Me neither," I replied silently, but the truth remained—we didn't have a choice.
"Liam, are you okay?" My father's voice broke through my spiraling thoughts.
I shifted slightly, wincing as the pain from the bite wounds flared across my skin. My heart still felt raw from the anguish, and Haylie's lifeless body lingered vividly in my mind. I couldn't shake her memory, no matter how hard I tried.
My father knelt before me, his upper body bare, his expression etched with worry. I couldn't bring myself to speak.
I looked past him to the Crescent Moon wolf pack gathered behind him. My throat tightened with emotion. Tears welled up and spilled over as the weight of Haylie's absence crashed over me like a tidal wave.
