Liam's pov
The tension in the pack house was palpable the moment I arrived with Pecan in my arms. She was light, almost too light, like she hadn't eaten a proper meal in days. Her body trembled against mine, though she tried to act indifferent. I could feel her inner turmoil,a mix of anger, hurt, and exhaustion. It wasn't the welcome she deserved, and I couldn't help but feel a protective urge rising within me.
Paul and Noah were just a few steps behind, their faces a mix of concern and something else I couldn't quite place. Guilt, perhaps? The moment Pecan saw them, though, her reaction was instant and fierce.
"Don't come near me!" she screamed, her voice slicing through the air like a blade. She squirmed in my arms, but I held her firm.
"Pecan," Paul started, his voice low and pleading, but she wasn't having it.
