Everything about Werewolves had interested me ever since Layton and Zev had shifted in front of me for the first time.
"I had a mate. She’s gone now," Liam answered.
His expression hardened and his eyes turned cold in just seconds.
"She left you?" I asked, not believing how that was possible.
Even though I got angry with Layton, I knew I would never really be able to leave him.
"She was killed after we attacked Layton’s pack. It’s not a nice story," Liam told me.
His voice was a growl, and he seemed ready to attack anyone who was willing to go up against him. I wanted to reach out to him, ask him so many questions.
When I was about to open my mouth, Liam interrupted me.
"Don’t even ask me what I did after she was killed. I’m not proud of it," he said, getting a faraway look in his eyes.
"Can I ask you something?" Minutes had gone by without either of us saying anything.
"What?"