Lyra
When I arrived, Liam was standing by the window, looking outside. He turned to me when I entered.
“You’re home early.” Since I started staying at the pack house, he always came a few minutes before dinner. It was barely 4 pm now. “Did something happen?”
“No,” he replied with a smile. “I just... wanted to be home early today.”
I frowned. “Well, that's weird.”
He said nothing and walked to the table in the room. There was a wrapped box on it. He picked it up, returned to me, and handed it over.
“This is yours. Open it.”
I raised a brow, suspicious. What was this?
I didn’t immediately accept the box, and he forced it into my arms.
“Go ahead, Lyra. Open it.”
I hesitated for a second before I did. Inside the box was a dress. Soft and flowing, made from a pale shade of blue si
