(Liam POV)
It was almost dawn when I finally arrived at the borders of the Shadow Creek Pack's territory. The sun hadn't yet pierced the skyline, leaving broad surroundings wrapped in the ponderous silence of pre-dawn. I had left the new pack without a word, sliding under the cover of the night. There were an excessive number of questions whirling in my thoughts, an excessive number of problems that couldn't be neglected any more.
I needed to see what had happened to Shadow Creek Pack. I needed to understand what Zack had done. Above all, I expected to check whether Ethan was still alive.
As I moved nearer to the pack's bounds, the recognized scent of wood and moist held to the air, yet it was tainted with something new. The smell of blood hit me like a wall, making me feel nauseous.
