Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but there was no word from the man who had promised to deliver Liam's letter to Logan, his Beta. Liam was consumed with worry, fearing the worst for the man who had risked his life to deliver the message. Liam spent every day waiting by the entrance to the Pack, hoping to see the man return. But he never did.Liam couldn't help but think that the man had been caught and thrown in prison, or worse, killed. The waiting was agonizing, and Liam couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible had happened. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Penelope what was going on, afraid that he might endanger her as well.Liam's anxiety grew. He barely slept or ate, consumed with worry for the man who had helped him. He tried to distract himself with reading, but even that lost its appeal after a while.Liam couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if they were discovered. His father had the best trackers and they could trace Penelope

Liam waited for one more week, but the man he had sent to his father's Pack didn't come back. He was growing impatient and restless, knowing that he had to go there himself to find out what was going on. His mission to bring the Packs together was too important to just sit around and wait.He had already said goodbye to Penelope and their son, kissing them both before he left. As he made his way out of their quarters, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at leaving them behind. But he knew it was necessary, for the greater good.Just as he was about to set off, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air not far away from where he was. Liam immediately recognized it as the scream of a woman in pain. He rushed outside, along with everyone else, and saw the man he had sent coming back with a box. The man looked quite injured and in bad shape.Liam ran over to him, fear and worry gripping him tightly. "What happened? Who did this to you?" he demanded, as he helped him up. The man was b

Liam felt a weight in his chest that seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment as he delved deeper into the contents of the box. The revelations he was discovering about his great-great-grandfather's actions and intentions were crushing him, suffocating him with a sense of shame and guilt that seemed to grow with each page he turned.He had always been proud of his heritage, proud of the fact that he was a Lycan, but now that pride was turning into something else entirely - a deep sense of shame that threatened to overwhelm him completely.As he read through the letters and documents, he saw how his great-great-grandfather had been driven by nothing but his own sense of superiority and his belief that Lycans were the true rulers of the supernatural world. He had plotted and schemed, manipulated, and exploited, all in the name of ensuring that the werewolves were destroyed and the Lycans were the only ones left standing.Liam couldn't help but feel sickened by what he was reading

Liam and Penelope arrived at the Lycan woman's place, hoping to find the elderly Lycan woman who was going to help them. The address led them to a large wooden door with intricate carvings, and Liam reached up to knock on it.As he did, they heard footsteps approaching from the other side of the door. The footsteps stopped abruptly, and a gruff voice called out, "Who's there?"Liam cleared his throat and replied, "My name is Liam, and this is my mate, Penelope. We were told that an elderly lycan woman lives here who might be able to help us."There was a moment of silence, and then the guard spoke again. "Wait here for a moment. The woman is currently being attended to by a physician, but I will see if she can receive you."Liam and Penelope exchanged meaningful glances as they waited, unsure of what to expect. The door creaked open a few minutes later, and the guard motioned for them to come inside.They stepped through the doorway and found themselves in a dimly lit room with a larg

Liam woke up early the next morning with a renewed sense of purpose. He had a restless night, thinking about the plan to bring an end to the war and how he could convince the Alpha to listen to them. He got out of bed, stretching his muscles and taking deep breaths to clear his head. He went to the bathroom, splashed some water on his face, brushed his teeth, and combed his hair.He walked into the bedroom, where Penelope was already up and about, taking care of the baby. She was sitting on the bed, cradling their child and humming a soothing tune to him. The baby was wide awake, looking at his mother with wide eyes and making soft cooing noises. Liam smiled at the sight and walked over to them."Good morning, my loves," he said, planting a soft kiss on Penelope's forehead and stroking the baby's cheek. "Are you both ready to go?"Penelope looked up at him, her eyes tired but determined. "Yes, we are. I've already packed a bag for us and the baby, and I've made sure he's fed and chang