Uncle Liam finally detached himself from the lively group gathered on the porch, his eyes locking onto mine as he descended the weathered wooden steps. His presence triggered a protective instinct in Daniel, who instinctively shifted closer to me, his posture tense and ready.
“This your mate?” Liam asked bluntly, his voice rough like gravel.
I shook my head, my heart racing as I clarified, “No. He’s the head warrior of the pack that I’m with now.”
A shadow of something darker crossed Liam's features as he responded, “I heard that you were taken by the Devil.”
This revelation sent a jolt through me, my mind reeling. “You spoke to Mom?” I asked, disbelief thick in my voice.
“No.” He replied with a dismissive wave of his hand, “I haven’t spoken to that woman in 18 years. Not since she
