Asher

I stare at him in shock, like the air has been sucked right out of my lungs. My chest tightens. I blink—once, twice—hoping I heard him wrong. But Liam isn’t joking. There’s no hint of a lie on his face.

I blink again, more out of disbelief than anything else, waiting—begging—for him to laugh and tell me he’s messing with me. But he doesn’t.

The silence stretches between us, thick and heavy. The only sound I can hear is the steady thud of our hearts, beating in sync.

And then it hits me.

He’s telling the truth.

The fucking truth.

One thing about us werewolves—we never know when the...