As Liam laid on the bed, he couldn't help but think why Daphne was so bent on taking Marcel that far. Was that how she felt? He wondered what he could do to help her. She has been really quiet these days, only calling him when she needed to discuss things about the pack. He didn't feel like he knew Daphne of Bayview. Now, she was this new person he was sometimes afraid of talking to. There were sometimes he would meet her in her wolf form. The one time he asked Rio why she took over, her reason was curt and filled with irritation. "I am protecting her from her emotions."He planned to talk to her about her emotions. But there was no way he could do it because of how busy she seemed. Every morning, after feeding Mason and talking to him a bit, her eyes would glaze over and then she would disappear into her makeshift office. When it got dark, she would come out, stretching herself. Some hot afternoons, she would go out for a run in her wolf form with other wolves who cared to join in.

Daphne paced back and forth in front of her closet, her heart pounding with anxiety. She had a date with Liam tonight, and she wanted to make a good impression. But what should she wear? She pulled open the closet door and surveyed the contents. There were plenty of elegant dresses and fancy outfits, but she didn't want to look too formal. This was supposed to be a casual date, after all. She had been wearing formal outfits throughout the day. This was something between Liam and her so she wanted to look casual and perfect.After several minutes of indecision, Daphne settled on a pair of dark jeans and a cozy sweater. It would be a bit windy at the bonfire spot. The fire might begin to warm them after some time. She pulled them out of the closet and held them up to her body, trying to envision how they would look on her.But something didn't feel quite right. Maybe the sweater was too baggy, or the jeans too tight. She tossed them back onto the bed and rifled through her closet again

Now,As the meeting progressed, the vampire lord rose from his chair and made his way to the rest room probably. Daphne watched as he passed her by, and she felt a chill run down her spine. "We have a problem." Julia said, removing the veil that covered her face with ethereal grace. Daphne nearly gasped at her beautiful face that reflected ancient connection to nature.Her yellow hair cascaded down her back in waves, adorned with delicate blossoms that seemed to dance with every movement. The elder fairy's face was etched with age, lines and wrinkles telling tales of centuries past. Her eyes, though ageless, gleamed with a profound wisdom that seemed to pierce through the depths of one's soul.Her voice, soft and melodious, filled the room, carrying a gentle authority that commanded attention. Daphne was just noticing and she wondered if it was because she removed the veil that showed her true self."You are a fairy." Daphne guessed correctly in shock. It wasn't a question.Julia bea

"Hooray!" Daphne and Liam had cautiously entered the bustling bar, aware of her non-human presence amidst a crowd of humans. They found a corner booth where they could observe the revelry while maintaining a semblance of anonymity. As they settled in, a group of boisterous individuals approached, clearly in high spirits. They didn't seem to notice anything unusual about her, attributing her appearance to an eccentric costume."Hey there, What brings you to this wild party?" One of them asked, clearly drunk.Daphne flashed a mischievous grin at Liam. Then she faced the man whose head dangled on his neck. "Well, I didn't know there was a party." from the corner of her eyes. She could see the thumbs up Liam gave her. She was doing pretty well with these pure souls. The second person, joining in the banter, chuckled and raised her drink. "Cheers to that! You are in the right place." She gasped, noticing Daphne's blouse and the bundle strapped in front of her. "But I must say, your blous

Liam wasn't kind to them.Daphne's heart pounded as she witnessed the clash between Liam and the seven human men. The air crackled with tension as they engaged in a fierce battle, each move reverberating with intensity and purpose.Liam lunged forward, unleashing a flurry of lightning-fast strikes, his movements a deadly dance of power and precision. It all happened slowly. But Liam was fast. As the first man lunged forward with a wild punch, Liam sidestepped with grace, evading the attack. In a swift motion, he countered with a devastating roundhouse kick, sending the boy sprawling to the ground, gasping for breath.Undeterred, the second man approached cautiously, attempting to grapple with Liam.Daphne shook her head. They were bringing stupidity into a supernatural fight. They would never win. At first, she worried about Liam. What if he lost control? she asked. But Liam's agility proved unmatched as he expertly twisted out of the boy's grip. With lightning speed, he landed a pre