A/N: Hey everyone! So as I have said, originally I was going to have last chapter and this chapter be combined, but in doing that I was going to have to sacrifice some of the smut or cuteness. Instead I have broken it up into two chapters, but don't worry – this one is going to be pack a bit more punch than last time. At least I'm hoping… can't wait to see what you all think and thank you so much for reading!
While in theory it had been gentlemanly and necessary to allow Emma to be away from him until she was ready to commit to everything he wanted, following through on that promise was more difficult than Killian could have ever imagined.
Whatever urges he felt before, and whatever pull Killian felt to Emma that was rooted deep within, it was apparently just a mild iteration of his want and need for her. For today, when he'd woken just as the sun was dawning on Storybrooke, his very being was altered. Today he felt the separation from his fated mate as a sharp and constant pain instead of a subtle ache. Emma being far away was unnatural to him. His wolf was clawing to the surface, battling it out with him that waiting wasn't an option. They needed to come together and make this real now. It was what his animal craved, and truly what Killian desired as well.
Yet despite the torture it felt he was going through, Killian had remained remarkably strong. He'd managed to keep himself from tracking Emma and stealing her away. Well, he'd managed part of that. See, he was only so strong after all, and there was only so much physical distance the mating heat would allow. He had to be near her, and so he had come to the space at her apartment and the grove of trees out by the clinic. He was in wolf form, and far enough away as to still be giving her space, but in the few times Emma had been outside or by a window, she looked in his direction and he wondered if she knew he was here.
"Gotta say I admire your restraint," Tink's voice said from about fifteen yards away. Killian was in wolf form, and as such did not jump or flinch, but he shook his head again at the fact that Tink could get the jump on him. How did she always manage to sneak so undetectably? "With the full moon tonight I assumed you'd be way farther gone. Every shifter I know who has found their mate goes full blown loony toons by now. Light stalking is child's play really."
It's not stalking, Killian pushed with his mind, unable to speak when he was in his animal's skin. It's… protecting.
"Well whatever it is, keep it up. You were right in your instincts. Emma has to be the one to make the choice, and she's choosing you, you know."
She is? Killian asked.
He was hopeful – so bloody hopeful – but he had purposefully kept enough distance so as that he couldn't hear inside the clinic. He assumed that at some point Emma would speak to her father, and that was a conversation that deserved privacy. He was close enough that if Emma was in trouble he would know, but far enough away that the noise inside the veterinary office was more a murmur than identifiable tones.
"Mhmm. I've been listening to her chat with her Dad, and things are looking good."
Killian tensed at the admission from Tink. Part of that was because he was glad for the feedback, but there was a bigger chunk of him that felt like he needed to defend Emma. This wasn't something that Tink should be eavesdropping on. It was a private moment between his mate and her father.
"Relax, Jones. I already knew it all – well most of it."
How? Graham said he didn't know Nolan's reasons for all this.
"And he doesn't," Tink responded. "But when Mary Margaret found out I was a shifter, she was… well let's just say far more forthcoming with how this all came to be. It worked out though. I know enough to keep the town safe, and she gets a go-to shifter for all her questions, of which there are many. It's a pretty even trade."
Killian was stunned, but he didn't know why. He should have realized by this point that Storybrooke was never all that it seemed. Just when he thought he had things figured out, there was always another twist. It was why he'd been so anxious today. Part of him was waiting for the other shoe to drop. He was terrified Emma would decide against this and chose to resist this natural tie that bound them together, but Tink said she was choosing him, and Killian had to believe the Lynx wasn't lying.
"There's only one problem," Tink said with a wry grin toying at her lips. Killian let out a growl and then Tink laughed, the sound chiming through the trees and the light breeze that was always blowing in Storybrooke. "Calm down, it's not actually a problem. Well not if you can run fast."
Killian didn't know what she meant and then he heard the door to the clinic opening. There was Emma, and she was on the move. Instinctively Killian knew where she was headed – she was headed to him, and he was… Shit he was here instead of waiting for her! As such, he had to follow Tink's advice. He had to run back home, being sure to dodge any unsuspecting humans along the way. In the end he only got back with a minute or so to spare. He was able to put on some fresh clothes and run a hand through his hair, and then he heard Emma's footsteps up the walk and her soft knock at the door.
"Whatever you do don't pounce on her," he whispered aloud to himself. "She'll want to talk. Talking is good."
The muttering was a signal that Killian had pretty much lost his mind at this point, but it couldn't be helped. His human and his animal were nearly at war right now, given how different their priorities were. Both wanted Emma more than they could conceive, but only one part of him knew how important restraint was in this moment. There were things that needed to be said and discussed. He and Emma had to lay it all out there between them and consider every angle of their future together, and even then she may not be ready. Killian didn't know what he would do at that point. Short of chaining himself up and begging her to leave him for the next few days, there were few things he could think that would subdue his wolf, but as he opened the door to see this woman who had become the center of his entire universe, those thoughts melted away. For there, clear as crystal in her beautiful jade eyes, was Emma's want for him as well. She hadn't come to say no or to put a pause on things. She wanted him, and by God she would have him.
"You came," Killian said, his voice filled with the awe that reverberated through him. He cleared his throat, trying to dispel that charged tone as best he could, but it lingered as he clarified. "Is everything all right love? You're early."
Well, actually, 'early' wasn't really the right word. In fact, Killian had been waiting for what felt like forever, but the tides had a few hours yet before the strongest pull would form between them. Emma's coming this quickly could mean a number of things, and he waited eagerly to hear any possible explanation.
"I couldn't wait," Emma confessed, taking a step towards him but stopping before she was touching him. She hesitated and Killian hated it. He didn't want her to in any capacity that he was truly and irrevocably hers. Beyond that he would also give her anything he was capable of providing. Whatever she wished for, Killian would make it so.
"And I wouldn't want you to. God knows how I missed you, Emma. Only a few hours but it felt like lifetimes to me." With the confession he pulled her into his arms, taking comfort in her immediate exhalation of a deep and tension-filled breath. She leaned into him affectionately, her body seeking out his as much as his did hers, and he felt the moment where their heartbeats began to sync, their breathing both evening out somewhat. Still, Emma clearly had more on her mind, and since his wolf was rioting with impatience, Killian found himself compelled to ask her straight out how she was feeling. "Have you realized what you want, love?"
"I already know what I want," She said with firm resolve as her fingertips traced a perfect path along his chest. "I knew what I wanted last night. Hell, part of me has known forever, I think. But there's something… something I have to tell you."
Killian's stomach plummeted at the fear that he heard in her voice. It wasn't subtle in the slightest. Emma wasn't attempting to shield what she felt from him, but whatever it was he wanted her to know that he would fix it. Nothing could come between them if she loved him as he loved her. If she, as he knew she did, accepted him for every part of who and what he was, then love would find away. She just had to believe, and right now he had to remind her of that, by getting her to tell him what was worrying her.
"You can tell me anything, Emma," he said as his fingers traced across her cheek. He looked at her, taking her in in all her splendor, and he hoped she knew how much he meant that. To be on the safe side, he assured her again. "You can tell me anything at all. Do you want to come inside?"
"I don't trust myself inside," Emma said. Her reason was clearly the same as Killian's: she would be too tempted to take things further if they were alone and in his home together, and Killian's chest swelled with pride, both at her candor and at how much she wanted him. Still it couldn't fully take hold, not until all Emma's doubts were alleviated.
"How about your spot, love. Would you feel safe there?"
Emma nodded, her eyes growing misty at his offer, and they walked together, hand in hand to the glen she'd shared with him only a few days ago. On the way, Killian gathered bits and pieces of what was to come. She had spoken with her father, and her worries stemmed from that. But it wasn't because her father didn't approve. He was on board, but there were parts of her past Killian still didn't know.
When they arrived in the place that Killian would always think of as belonging to his mate, Killian waited until Emma was comfortable enough to tell him everything. They sat there in the subtle quiet of the woods for a moment, the hum of life around them calming even though he himself was agitated. Every second that he didn't know what was wrong felt just a little bit painful, but finally, with a bravery he admired and adored, his Emma told him everything, sparing no detail, and leaving no stone she knew of unturned.
What Killian heard over the next few minutes astonished him. This new reality that Emma spoke of was so far away from anything he'd ever considered in the time since finding her again. Yes, hunters were talked about in shifter circles. They were a part of life for all clans and packs for centuries, a deadly threat that did exist and were known to take out rogue shifters or small groupings of them, but Killian had never really been afraid of them. His father was a terrible beast of a man, but he had always been able to protect the pack from those kinds of outside threats. Then, when Killian and his mother and brother ran away from his father, hunters had been more a legend to ponder than a real and actualized threat. For what were hateful humans compared to the brutality of Brennan Jones? Surely nothing that would keep Killian up at night.
Still it was wild to consider this new development. What were the chances that Emma's family would be a part of this culture? For centuries they had known of shifters and chose to try and rid the world of them. That no doubt came from prejudice and pride, two things Emma spoke of as if she was trying to make sense of their terrible choices. Of course Emma had never been a part of that life, and her father had left it as soon as he could, making amends by healing shifters instead of harming them, but while Killian would never dream of attributing blame to Emma simply because of her heritage, she was clearly terrified that that was exactly what would happen.
"I can't even imagine what you're thinking," Emma said in a rush, after confessing the whole story so quickly that parts of it still hadn't fully sunk in with Killian. "This isn't what you signed up for I know. I have… baggage, I guess? Can you even call a segment of your family tree who were homicidal crazy people baggage? I don't know. All I know is I don't want to trap you. If this is too much I need you to tell me. I need you to -,"
Though Killian knew Emma wanted to discuss this more and to try and talk through it, in this moment he knew what his mate truly needed. She needed to be assured of the truth – that he was going nowhere if she wasn't by his side. She was his life, his love, his whole world, and nothing and no one was going to change that. This news was staggering. It was a complication in a tapestry between them that was already convoluted and filled with more intrigue than most, but it played no role in his love for her. Nothing would ever be able to chase his desire for her away. She was his forever, and it was time that Emma knew that once and for all.
To show her, he silenced her with a kiss and he didn't bother with politeness or gentle touches. It was hard, fast, and forceful. One minute he'd been holding her hand, quietly listening to her, and the next he'd pulled her to him. She was on his lap, straddling him where he sat in an instant, and as his intentions became clear, Emma gave herself to the sensations too. She met him for every lick and stroke and nip. Her hands traced their own frenzied patterns on his skin, as her heartbeat accelerated to a pace that thudded loudly in his ears. Without words Killian knew that he was telling her everything she needed to know, but just at the moment where sanity was about to leave him and he almost moved to claim her out here in these hidden woods, he pulled back, filling the space between them with a simple truth.
"This is too much, Emma, but not in the way you're thinking. I'm not sitting here worried about your family or mine. The past is the past. It doesn't define us. It never has. What matters is the way I feel when you're here with me. I feel like I can only breathe when I'm with you. Life is duller and darker without you, even if it's only hours that we're apart. I need you more than I need anything else. Without you… well, love, I simply can't fathom a world where I even exist without you now. I need to be yours Emma, and I am desperately hoping that you need to be mine too."
"I do," Emma whispered, pressing her forehead against his as she closed her eyes and took a steadying breath. "I really really do. I love you, Killian, and I don't want to wait anymore. Make me yours."
It took everything in Killian to resist that all-too-sweet request. He actually growled at the thought, his animal living for the idea of laying Emma out here on the grass and making her fall apart a thousand ways before taking her and mating her out here in the natural world. But for their first time – for the mating they would remember most of all – Killian knew Emma deserved better. She deserved romance, and he had planned for this, hoping such a moment would come for both of them.
Sweeping her up into his arms, Killian moved as quickly as he could through the woods with Emma in his hold. She giggled at the gesture, commenting that he was so strong, and that it must be some kind of 'shifter bonus,' but she really didn't grasp how true that was. Tonight she'd find out, when he waivered between the tenderness of his love for her and the roughness of his animal instincts. But for now he would let her think he was simply her valiant protector. If she wanted a white knight, then that's exactly what he would be.
When they made it inside his home once more, Killian let Emma down to her feet and he closed the door behind them. He kept her wrapped up in him, unable to let her go, but when they shifted their position, Emma looked from him to their surroundings and she gasped. He knew what she saw though he didn't dare to take his eyes off of her. He had filled the space with beauty, trying to change his ordinary cottage and make it someplace more magical. There were tiny tea lights everywhere, and he'd chosen them specifically because he knew that Emma would love them. They were classic and romantic, at least according to the woman in the shop he'd gone to just outside of Storybrooke a few days back. Amongst those soft flames there were also flowers. They spanned all types and species. Some he'd found out here in the woods he'd grown to love, and that he knew Emma loved too, but others he had gotten from the florist today. The mix of roses, sunflowers and a wild mixture filled the air with a sweet, pleasant scent, but all Killian could sense was Emma in all her perfection.
"Killian, this is…" Emma's words caught in her throat and though he knew she was talking about the ambiance around them, he filled in her statement with his own thoughts about the woman who stood before him.
"Entrancing. Totally and completely."
Emma looked back at him, seeing his intent was to compliment her and then she was on him, closing the space and taking another kiss. That kiss turned hotter and more seductive, and soon Emma was tugging at the clothes that separated them. They made quick work of stripping those away, leaving layer after layer on the ground and revealing more of each other as they did. Their movements were guided by instinct, but it flowed with a grace Killian never expected. Perhaps it was a gift of true mates, but there was no jerkiness or awkward moments. Though this was wholly new, it was also the most familiar dance for both of them.
Moving Emma from the living room to what would forever more be their bedroom, Killian felt his needs rising by the second. He had a million ways he wanted to love his better half. He had to hold her, taste her, mark her. By the end of the mating moon, Killian wanted him and Emma to both know that she was fully claimed. He craved the chance to leave traces all along her beautiful body, most of which she'd be able to hide, but some of which the world would have to see. Claiming Emma would be extensive and all consuming, and for Killian's sanity, there needed to be no avoiding how tied together they were. The only problem was that Killian didn't know where to begin, but he followed his instincts as he lay Emma out on his bed, examining every inch of her bared body and salivating at the sight.
Gazing down at his fated mate, there was no denying that Emma was perfection itself. From the creaminess of her skin, to the lithe but still full curves of each slope of her figure, there was nothing in the world more gorgeous than her. Killian was mesmerized by her eyes, her lips, her slender neck. His eyes moved lower, down to her breasts where they held a moment. He imagined the pleasure he'd create for both of them there, then his eyes tracked lower, seeing her toned, flat abdomen and thinking that someday he'd make her swell there. When she carried their children – their pups as wolf shifters often called them – she would grow into something even more remarkable. He growled at the very thought, his eyes tracking lower to the vee between her legs that he had to get his mouth on. But in the heat of the moment, the last thing he expected was to hear the musical melody of Emma's laughter. It was a surprise, even as it washed over him and made him feel so bloody good. He was powerless to ignore the sound, and when his eyes climbed back up to hers she smiled and explained.
"I can't help but think of all those stories about the big bad wolf I heard as a kid when you look at me like this," Emma said, biting her lip absentmindedly and drawing his gaze back to her tempting mouth. Killian hummed a sound of appreciation and understanding, after all, it was only natural she should think of such a thing, her being human and all, but when he actually spoke his voice was gruff and growly, feeding into those old fairy tales more than he meant to.
"And are you frightened, love?"
"Hardly. Well…" she drew out the word on purpose, knowing what it did to him. "I guess I am a little scared. Scared that you'll keep looking and not claiming me like you promised."
The words were all Killian needed to pounce, and Emma's responding sounds of shock and want only spurred him on further. He set about tasting her as he wanted, trailing kisses from that fierce and feisty mouth of hers down her jaw and to her neck. Once there he left a trail of kisses and of bites that didn't quite break the skin. That part he would save for when they were finally joined together, but that didn't mean these perusals wouldn't leave marks of their own. In the morning light, Killian knew Emma would be a certifiable map of all the places he had touched and pleased her, and as he moved down to her breasts as one of his hands moved down her body and slipped between her thighs, he was certain that pleasure was exactly what she felt.
"Killian!"
Her heady sigh, turned to a moan as his fingers went from teasing her, to purposefully pulling at the strings of her desire. He circled her clit with his thumb as two fingers moved inside her and his mouth remained at the swells of her breasts. He could hear her straining for breath, seconds from falling apart and then he demanded that she do so, and in an instant Emma came, crashing into the wave of ecstasy that he'd wanted to give her since the moment he arrived in Storybrooke.
"Fuck, how can you be real, Emma?" he asked his sincerity bleeding through as he watched her in awe while she came down from her high. She blinked away the haze of her climax and quickly returned to him and this moment again, the lust and love in her eyes shining through. Then she smiled and ran her fingers through his hair in a gesture that somehow gave him just as much pleasure as seeing her fall apart. "You're too remarkable – too incredible to comprehend."
"I think that all the time, only I think it about you."
Killian breathed her in and exhaled fully. He wanted to stay in check for this. Being too rough would not be good. Emma needed him to be stronger than that. She needed –
"Don't hold back with me, Killian. Never with me."
Her insight into his thinking and her gentle affirmation was too much to be born. He was in motion again, moving down her body until his lips were at her sex. He'd imagined this moment countless times. Her scent called to him in every way and her taste was somehow more sublime. He was a starved man for her, and he took her with his mouth without any kind of calm. Emma, for her part, loved it. She writhed beneath him, begging for more and taking it when he gave it to her. He made her fall apart once, twice, and only when she'd cried out his name in that raspy, lust-filled way a third time did he move back up her body again, leaving his marks along the way. This was all, no doubt, exhausting to his mate, but soon enough he'd share his essence with her, and between their bond and the strength of the full moon, she'd be revived, finding the energy to continue their mating for hours to come.
When he was finally back above her, looking into Emma's eyes and seeing so much trust and hope Killian was speechless. For a moment, he couldn't imagine a way to speak the words that still needed saying, but the tension in his body and the aching hardness of his own need clawed at him. He somehow found a way to form the words, and they were ones she most certainly needed to hear.
"Before we do this, Emma, I need to tell you one more time that this means forever. Shifters don't usually marry. There's nothing more intense or all consuming than mating as one on the first full moon. We'll be together forever if we do this now. Is that what you want?"
"Yes," Emma agreed immediately, leaving him no room for doubt or insecurity.
"Thank the Gods for that," he said angling towards her and feeling the flushed heat of her skin on his.
"Full disclosure my Mom is going to demand a wedding, shifter bond or not."
"If she doesn't, I will. My only request is that it happens soon," Killian said, surprising Emma by shifting their positions and putting her on top. She wouldn't stay up here all night, and when he claimed her, this position would have to change, but for now he needed the vision she made for with her hair tumbling down around her, her eyes filled with a heady mix of satisfaction and hunger for more. In a word she was everything, and he could never dream of deserving her.
"How soon?" Emma asked as she got her bearings and Killian growled. He knew she was simply curious, not trying to deny him, but if he had his way they'd be married as soon as he'd finished claiming her today and tonight.
"I'll let you decide that, love."
"You'd let me have control?" Emma said, her tone suggesting things far beyond the particulars of their would-be wedding. It was matched by her actions as she came above him, teasing them both without actually taking him inside.
"I'd let you have anything, Emma. Everything I have to give." It occurred to him then there was still one tiny part that needed disclosing. "And speaking of. There's a chance I'd give you more than just my love tonight, love."
"I'm on the pill," Emma countered, somehow knowing when he looked down at her exposed stomach that he meant a baby and Killian shook his head.
"Human forms of contraception aren't exactly designed with fated mates in mind, love. I could still get you pregnant."
"Oh my God, seriously?" she asked, and for only a split second Killian was worried, then he saw her delight at the revelation. "God, why is that so hot?" she said with a groan and Killian growled himself, finding his control had slipped too early. He was back to being above her now, but Emma didn't seem remiss. Instead she clearly wanted that. "Claim me, Killian. Make me yours and make you mine."
He had no choice but to heed his mate's request, and from there the heat of mating frenzy took over. The power of the moon was guiding them both, even though the moon still wasn't at her strongest. It heightened everything. Every sensation was stronger and surer, and both Killian and Emma absorbed the strength too. It could have been hours that they continued this way, the pleasure washing over them more times than they could count, but finally, things slowed, if only for a moment. Killian came with a final roar, a sound more befitting a beast than a man, and then he solidified the mating with a sharp bite to her perfect flesh. Emma did the same instinctively without his having to tell her, and he felt the added euphoria of her mark in that moment, the pleasure of it rocking him to the core. With that, the mating was official – they were one now, one soul in two bodies, and Killian had never felt more at peace.
"That was…" Emma trailed off, failing to find the words for all that was as Killian chuckled, not sure where he found the strength after taking her so hard. It had to be the mating heat. There was no other earthly way that someone could muster the energy with all they'd just done.
"Aye, love. And there's more where that came from."
"Are you serious?" Emma asked, and though she sound somewhat appalled at the thought that there could be more, there was also something else lacing her beautiful voice – desire. For as much as they'd already had, Emma still wanted more, and Killian felt himself falling just a little more for her because of it.
"Afraid so," he said, already feeling himself growing hard for her again and knowing that mating heat or not, it would always be like this with Emma. Once would never be enough. No amount could ever be.
"You, afraid?" Emma said, smiling like the secret vixen that she was. "Now that I don't believe."
And though she was right, for he wasn't actually afraid of this pull between them, Killian did show her over and over again just how serious he was. And when the night was over, and the moon had mostly played her part, the heat and love still remained, a testament to all that they were building, and all that they would share for now and forever more…
…
Staring out the window of the coffee shop where he currently resided, Liam Jones felt the weight of the summer rains washing down on this Seattle afternoon.
The air around him was heavy and wet, and the inside of this café did little to counteract the dreary feeling. The downpours dulled his senses and filled the world with an ambient hum, and his wolf hated that, snarling from within to let Liam know just how distasteful his animal found their current dwelling. Tonight was the full moon, and a wolf was meant to be outside, to live in the wilds, to cave to the creature within. But where the beast wanted to roam and track and hunt, the man knew to play this smart. It was how he'd made it this long without fully breaking – he never shifted. He hadn't in a very long time.
The reason for the restraint was simple; with each shift another piece of him would fall away, crumbling into nothing. At first it hadn't been so apparent. He believed he was okay, that the bite couldn't truly control him. But slowly sickness crept in, and the only way to keep a steady mind was to resist his baser instincts. He couldn't give in, though fighting off the twisted alpha call inside of him exhausted him to no end. Liam pretended that this caffeine fix would help, but he knew it wouldn't. It would take a dozen cups of coffee to make a dent on a normal shifter, and he was no longer normal anymore. He was… well Liam didn't know what or who he was anymore. He was a stranger and a monster even to himself.
"Can I get you anything else, sugar?" The barista who had been circling for the hour he had been here asked. Liam shook his head, not caring that he was rude and aloof. This woman was barking up the wrong tree as the terrible saying went, and he wasn't interested, despite what she may want. "Are you sure? You went through that first one real quick and you've just been sitting here since, staring out that window. Are you waiting for something?"
Liam was about to stand to leave, dismissing the woman without giving her anything, but then something happened. He was suddenly hit with a sense of knowing that defied description and it came seemingly out of nowhere.
The force of awareness that slammed into his mind and body physically caused Liam to flinch in his seat. It was an impact he had long hoped for, but never truly imagined would ever come. After years of feeling severed, like a part of him was amputated from his very flesh, at last he had his senses back. Killian – his brother – he was alive, and Liam knew immediately where he was. For some reason their pack bond had been reinstated, or at least to a point. Their connection wasn't clear as it had once been, but it was there. It was there!
The details of where this connection was coming from were shaky. Liam dealt with nothing more than flashes for a moment. Visions of green leaves in an untamed northern climate, of a calm sea off a rocky shore, and a small town set up moved through his brain like fragments of memories he'd made himself. There were people in the line up, ordinary people, but one woman came up over and over again. A blonde woman with green eyes. She was pretty, but the feelings attached to the image told Liam the truth – this girl mattered to Killian. No, she more than mattered. She was his life – his mate. How unbelievable.
In the midst of these waves of feelings and fragments, a sign appeared for context. It was the best clue Liam had of where his brother might actually be, a green placard on which there was script: Welcome to Storybrooke, it said, and Liam knew that wherever the bloody hell Storybrooke was, that was where he had to be.
"Brother," Liam said, his voice harsher than even his ears were used to.
"Your brother?" the barista asked, her tone confused and pulling Liam back into the café where he was instead of the memories where he'd been. "Is he coming here?"
"No," Liam said, not explaining himself as he grabbed his coat and immediately strode as fast as he could from the coffee shop. I'm going to him.
Post-Note: So… do you hate me? Do you love me? Where are we at with this chapter? I mean Emma and Killian are very in love and the mating has happened. They are in this together forever now, but I couldn't just let it end there. I had to include Liam, and I do have to be honest with you guys, Liam is very much an unknown at this point. I always knew the mating would reopen the former pack link that Killian and Liam had, and now… well we have to wait and see what happens now that Liam is able to track him again. Is Liam good or bad? Is he somewhere in between? I'm not telling, at least not for a few weeks yet. Hopefully I can get the next chapter out in two weeks, but because I have been so bogged down with school work, this is actually the last full chapter I have written. As such it might be more like three weeks for the update to come. Anyway, can't wait to hear what you all think, and thanks so much for reading!