Liam couldn’t look away. Something warm and bright unfurled inside his chest. He finally understood it, his role in all of this. Why he hadn’t been able to bring himself to leave Fall Creek, even after he’d safely delivered Hannah and Charlotte home as he’d promised. His particular talents were needed in this broken world in ways they hadn’t been before. His skills were needed. He was needed. He was the sheep dog. The guardian. The one who stood between the innocent and the wolves who would devour them. This was who he was. Who he’d always been.
