LIAM JR.
I knew it was selfish, but I couldn’t sit in my room all night wondering if it was going to happen. Was I going to walk down the stairs and get tackled by Lilah in the morning? Would she immediately reject me? Would she breeze right past me because we weren’t actually mates?
The last thoughts turned my mind to Mel which was confusing enough. When Delilah returned from her house last weekend, I grilled her to see how Mel was doing. She still hadn’t ever used my phone number, so I didn’t have hers. I was too chicken to go over there too. I settled for questioning Lilah until I could see her with my own eyes at school.
The stress got to me, and I snuck out. I didn’t care if my parents knew; I couldn’t be in the packhouse. I dragged my exhausted body back an hour before I usually
