ALAINA’S POV

The air in the Silvermoon pack house was thick with tension. I could feel his eyes burning into my skin even before I looked up.

“Where are you going?” Justin asked. His tone carried that same cold dominance that always made my wolf cower. His silver eyes were intense and commanding as usual.

I lowered my head, clutching little Liam’s hand tightly.

“No… nothing,” I murmured, trying to edge back. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I was so scared of him hurting my ...