Liam woke up to the sound of Penelope's retching. His heart sank as he realized what was happening. She had been feeling nauseous for a few days, but this was the first time she had been this sick."Is everything ok?" He asked, panic-stricken as he got up and quickly went to her side, holding her hair back as she emptied her stomach into the basin. She looked pale and weak, her face twisted in discomfort. He wet a cloth and gently wiped her face, murmuring words of comfort to her. "It's okay, Penelope. Just let it out. I'm here, I won't leave you." He could feel her body shaking as she heaved again, and he rubbed her back soothingly, trying to ease her pain.As she finished vomiting, he took the basin away with a grimace and poured the contents out. Then, he helped her to sit up and gave her a glass of water to rinse her mouth. She looked quite weak and she was bathed in sweat as well.He knew that the sickness was likely caused by the changes happening in her body as a result of th
Liam had always been a man of action, and now he was determined to do what he could to bring the packs together, even if it seemed impossible. He had to find a way to make the Lycans and werewolves see past their differences and come together as one.The next morning, Liam set off on his mission, leaving Penelope behind with a goodbye kiss. He started gathering information from both lycans and werewolves, talking to the older members of the pack to learn more about what had happened in the past that led to the deep-seated enmity between the two groups.The information he gathered was disturbing, yet it all seemed to corroborate the story told by the old woman the previous night. Liam learned that his great-great-grandfather had indeed been responsible for the massacre of the woman's family and that he had pinned the blame on the werewolves to cover his tracks.It was a cruel and cowardly act, and Liam couldn't help but feel ashamed of his ancestor's actions. He realized that the rift
All night, he sat up thinking. Liam realized that sneaking back into his father's Pack was the only way to gather the evidence he needed to bring peace between the werewolves and the Lycans. But he also knew that if he was caught, his father would stop at nothing to punish him for his betrayal.The memories of his father's torture flooded his mind, and he shuddered at the thought of going back to that place of pain and misery. He remembered the cold, damp cell where he was chained to the wall, unable to move or even stand up. His father would visit him every day, taunting him and reminding him of his worthlessness.The beatings were the worst. His father, with the help of his guards, would use anything at his disposal – his fists, a whip, rods, even a stick – to make him scream in agony. He had lost count of how many times he had passed out from the pain, only to wake up and find himself still chained to the wall.Liam closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the m
Mathew nervously approached the Pack's gate in his carriage of goods. As he approached, the guards stopped him and ordered him to step out of his carriage. They were armed with swords and shields, and their demeanor was stern and serious. The man knew that he had to be careful and not arouse any suspicion, so he did as he was told and stepped out of the carriage.The guards began to search the carriage, inspecting every nook and cranny for any signs of contraband or foreign objects. The man's heart was racing as he watched them search his belongings. He had hidden Liam's letter in his pocket, hoping that the guards would not notice it. He prayed that they would not find anything suspicious that could jeopardize his mission.As the guards searched, the man nervously looked around. The Pack was a bustling place, with Lycans going about their business. He couldn't help but feel out of place. He missed his werewolf mate and longed to be back in their quiet home. But he knew that he had a
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but there was no word from the man who had promised to deliver Liam's letter to Logan, his Beta. Liam was consumed with worry, fearing the worst for the man who had risked his life to deliver the message. Liam spent every day waiting by the entrance to the Pack, hoping to see the man return. But he never did.Liam couldn't help but think that the man had been caught and thrown in prison, or worse, killed. The waiting was agonizing, and Liam couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible had happened. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Penelope what was going on, afraid that he might endanger her as well.Liam's anxiety grew. He barely slept or ate, consumed with worry for the man who had helped him. He tried to distract himself with reading, but even that lost its appeal after a while.Liam couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if they were discovered. His father had the best trackers and they could trace Penelope
"Please, you must leave the room," the midwife pleaded with him. "It is not safe for you to be here."But Liam refused to budge. He had been waiting for this moment for months and was not about to leave his wife's side. He had read every book he could find on childbirth, and he was convinced that he could be of help if anything went wrong."I will not leave my wife's side," Liam replied firmly. "I will stay here and do whatever I can to help her."The midwife sighed and gave up, realizing that there was no convincing Liam otherwise. She went back to tending to Penelope, who was now screaming even louder. Liam could feel his ears ringing with the sound of her cries, and he was filled with a sense of dread and worry.He began to pace the corridor, his eyes darting between the door of the room and the clock on the wall. Every minute that ticked by felt like an eternity, and Liam's worry grew with each passing moment. He wondered when the baby would come, and if Penelope and the baby woul
Liam waited for one more week, but the man he had sent to his father's Pack didn't come back. He was growing impatient and restless, knowing that he had to go there himself to find out what was going on. His mission to bring the Packs together was too important to just sit around and wait.He had already said goodbye to Penelope and their son, kissing them both before he left. As he made his way out of their quarters, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at leaving them behind. But he knew it was necessary, for the greater good.Just as he was about to set off, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air not far away from where he was. Liam immediately recognized it as the scream of a woman in pain. He rushed outside, along with everyone else, and saw the man he had sent coming back with a box. The man looked quite injured and in bad shape.Liam ran over to him, fear and worry gripping him tightly. "What happened? Who did this to you?" he demanded, as he helped him up. The man was b
The box was a true enigma. Its smooth, polished surface glinted under the light in a way that seemed almost hypnotic. It was made of a material that felt ancient, yet durable, and had a weight that was far heavier than it looked. Liam couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and trepidation as he approached it. It was as if he was about to open a portal into another world, one that was both wondrous and terrifying at the same time.Penelope was equally as intrigued, her eyes shining with a sense of curiosity and wonder. As they both reached for the box, Liam couldn't help but notice how intricate the design was. The carvings etched into its surface were unlike anything he had ever seen before. They seemed to be telling a story, one that he knew he had to uncover.As they both lifted the lid, a sudden gust of wind filled the room, blowing the curtains inward and stirring up dust from the floor. Inside the box, there were several letters, bound together by a leather strap.Liam and Penelop