Liam

Chapter 3

Note:The chapter starts out five years ago—I made a note of it at the very top. Once we go back to the present day, I state it in the chapter as well. Don’t get confused. I do that so that you can get a glimpse of Liam’s past. I will be doing these often, and I’ll try to be as clear as possible for those of you that get lost.

Chapter 3

 

Liam Westcott….

Five years ago

 

“Abigail!” I yelled, laughing when I saw her grinning from ear to ear. “You’re going to be the death of me…” I mumbled to myself.

She was chasing after the rain. Abigail had the theory that if she ran fast enough, she could follow the rain as it spread across the woods. I told her plenty of times that it didn’t work that way. Seeing the smile on her lips when she reached the part of the woods that was clear of rain—the smell of rain permeating the area—was worth it.

“You should be celebrating with me, Liam. It has been a good day for us. A triumph for the Rogues, I’d say.”

I walked up to her, picking her up in my arms. She had been running away from me ever since we’d left Blue Bloods Territory, our latest victim. She had done it on purpose. Abigail loved the adrenaline rush she got whenever I was chasing after her, close enough to feel her but not enough to grasp her.

Despite her short height and rather weak physic, she managed to intimidate the rest of the Rogues that followed our group. It helped that she was my mate, and I was their leader. They didn’t want to anger me, so they did as she said. The idea of how closely our group followed the pack style in leading made me cringe.

I was staring at her deeply, trying to memorize every little thing about her. Having a moment where it was only the two of us made me feel good. It was something simple that I rarely got to enjoy.

We’d had a difficult day. Wolves had died and it had been because of me—my calls. There was some guilt, but mostly something deep inside of me was burning with anger. I was struggling with myself. If it hadn’t been for Abigail and how happy she was about what had happened, I would’ve been in another state, mourning the Wolves I had killed.

“You worry too much, love,” Abigail said.

She got a chuckle out of me. Her face was lit up. She was really happy. We were in her comfort zone. Abigail had received her Wolf when she was thirteen, as per Wolf customs. She ran away from home because she didn’t want to follow pack law. She had once belonged to Midnight Moon—a pack I knew very little of.

I usually tried to focus my attention on staying away from everyone. If it weren’t for Abigail, I didn’t think that I would socialize with other Wolves.

While she preferred crowds, I preferred solitude. She couldn’t go an hour without smiling or laughing about something. I’d never met anyone as lively as she was. It wasn’t saying a lot. I had hardly met any people on my own.

If one thing excited Abigail, it was finding danger and killing Wolves. I certainly learned that from her. She wasn’t good at killing them—her Wolf was much too frail and she didn’t have enough training. But she enjoyed watching me kill. I was guaranteed a good fucking after a killing spree, especially of pack Wolves.

I was drifted out of my thoughts when Chris and Robert, two Rogues who I considered more like brothers, approached us.

“We should get going,” Chris said.