Timothy's POV

Liam called me on a Tuesday morning, which was unusual. We usually communicated through Ethan or formal pack channels; a direct call meant something was different.

"I need to tell you something before it gets out another way," he said.

I leaned back in my chair. "Go ahead."

"I asked Isla to marry me," he said. "Last night, she said yes."

I stared at the ceiling for a moment, thinking about how impossible this would have felt a few years ago. Now, it just felt like something I ...