Chapter: 33
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Liam's POV:
The sun had barely risen, but I hadn't slept. Not even for a second. After Roman and Zeke left, I sat in the wreckage of what used to be my home, my thoughts circling the same terrifying truth.
The Crescent Moon Pack saw me as a threat. The vampire covens, too. That realization had settled in my gut like a stone, heavy and immovable.
I didn't understand why I was dangerous—why my existence had triggered so much fear—but it was clear that I had become something unnatural. Something unpredictable. And when werewolves and vampires agreed on a common enemy, it was only a matter of time before others took notice.
And that only meant one thing.
Trouble.
A sharp hunger gnawed at my insides, worse than before. It twisted like a living thing, writhing and desperate, pushing me toward the edge. I clenched my fists, trying to suppress it, but the memory of what had happened with the waitress refused to fade.
I had almost lost control. Almost attacked her.
