Chapter 85

Liam

I had spent eight years imagining what it would feel like.

Not often. I’d had a little sister to raise, a pack to help run, and a best friend who had been Alpha since he was eighteen and needed someone to tell him when he was being an idiot. There hadn’t been much room left for daydreaming.

But sometimes, late at night, I had wondered.

I had imagined it as something quiet. A recognition. A sense of things clicking into place.

It wasn’t quiet.

It was Jasper hitting the front of my skull so hard the hall tilted. It was a scent cutting through roast meat and pine boughs and a hundred other wolves as though none of them existed. Rain on cold stone. Juniper. Something sharp underneath, like the air before a storm.

It was