I opened the door wider and stepped aside. "Come in, Liam," I said softly.
Liam walked into my living room. He didn't sit down on the comfortable sofa. He didn't take off his jacket.
Instead, he started pacing back and forth on the rug. He looked like a caged animal. He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up. He looked stressed and very tired.
"What's going on, Liam?" I asked. "You look like you have seen a ghost."
He stopped pacing and turned to look at me. His eyes were dark with worry.
"Faith, I have been noticing things," he began. His voice was low. "Ever since I started coming back to the Eternal Pack to visit, things have felt... wrong. Strange."
He took a deep breath.
"At first, I couldn't figure it out," he explained. "I was traveling back and forth between two packs
