Liam's P.O.V.
The world shifted beneath my feet.
I barely registered the moon goddess's final words as she faded from sight, her presence dissolving into shimmering light. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, my breath shallow and unsteady. This was too much. Too big.
She had asked me—begged me—to take care of Mai and Eldur.
She had said I was the only one who could.
That their fate—and the fate of the entire world—rested on my shoulders.
I clenched my fists, struggling to make sense of it all. How could that be? I had spent my whole life believing I was insignificant, an average werewolf in a pack of warriors and Alphas. I had never been the strongest, never been the fastest. I was just Liam Rivers—the boy whose only dream had been to stay hidden from bullies.
And now… now I was supposed to be something more. Something special.
A shudder ran down my spine.
I didn't want this.
I hadn't asked for any of it.
