Liam's pov
The pack house stood before me, a fortress of sorts, but one that now felt more like a prison than a home. My thoughts were a storm, turbulent and uncertain, as I approached Paul. The rogue threat had shifted everything for me,more than I had expected. As I watched him stand there, his arms crossed, his face a mask of calm that barely concealed the tension beneath, I could feel the pressure mounting in the air. This wasn't just a conversation,it was a reckoning.
I had to know what was going on. I needed answers. And I would make him give them to me.
"Paul," I said, my voice low, but purposeful. He didn't respond immediately. He only glanced at me, his eyes narrowing slightly before he nodded toward the pack house, signaling for me to follow him. There was no warmth in his movement, no acknowledgment of anything between us other than the pressing situation at hand.
