Haylie POV
My tears had somehow dried up as I sat outside on the porch, my legs drawn up to my chest. My fingers absently brushed over the wolf mark Liam had left on my neck, its warmth a faint reminder of his presence.
The mark felt slightly irritated, but I didn't care. My hand lingered there, holding the side of my neck as I stared out at the view before me. My thoughts swirled, tugging me into the depths of my mind.
My whole world had been turned upside down once, and now here I was, learning I had a brother—a brother I had thought was a rogue wolf. It still felt surreal.
I sensed my mother's presence before I saw her. She sat down beside me on the wooden porch, mirroring my posture by drawing her legs up to her chest. I didn't look at her. My gaze remained fixed ahead, lost in the scenery.
"I'm sorry you had to find out like this," she said softly, her voice tinged with regret.
