It was already sundown when I came back home. I strolled into the pack house, dirty and tired. Rage was still on high alert for his mate. At this point, all I wanted was to sleep.“Son, how are you? Are you alright? You scared us,” Mom said, her voice laced with concern.“I’m alright, Mom. I’ll be in my room,” I replied quickly, not stopping to explain.As I walked away, I heard her whisper to Dad. “Something is wrong with my son, Ken. I can feel it. He’s not himself. He looks like he’s in pain.”“Calm down, Grace,” Dad said, trying to soothe her. “Why don’t you go talk to him? He might open up to you—you’re his mother, after all.”“You’re right,” she agreed. “I’ll go to his room now.”Mom walked into my room without hesitation, relieved to find the door unlocked. The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon filtering through the curtains.“Liam? Liam, son, where are you? I just want to talk,” she called softly.“Go away, Mom. I don’t want to talk to anyone,” I muttered fro
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