He slowly opened his eyelids when his legs ached from the pain. Despite the darkness that enveloped the room, his eyes adjusted quickly, allowing him to survey his surroundings with clarity.
However, his primary concern was his wound, which he suspected was bleeding. With great effort, he struggled to his feet, gritting his teeth as the pain intensified. Liam cursed under his breath, acknowledging the excruciating nature of the injury.
The urge to release a loud whimper was overwhelming, and he even contemplated transforming into his werewolf form to escape the torment.
Liam's attempt to rise from the bed was futile, and he found himself confined to the room prepared for him by Mr. Fergus. His memory of the previous night was hazy, but he recollected drinking with Mr. Fergus before retiring to bed.
Each time he raised his shot glass, his eyes darted around the room in search of Keiran, Mr. Fergus nephew. Liam even sniffed the air, hoping to catch a whiff of Keiran's familiar scent, but he was nowhere to be found.
Mr. Fergus informed Liam that Keiran had sought permission to leave from the old man himself, and had left to meet with his new acquaintances.
As Liam felt the alcohol coursing through his veins, he couldn't help but wonder how Keiran would react when he saw him. The mere thought of it filled him with curiosity and excitement, and he longed to witness Keiran's shock firsthand. However, Liam was wary of revealing his true nature as a werewolf to Keiran.
He promised himself that he would be cautious and keep his true identity hidden, as he trusted the old man who had raised him to keep his secret safe. Liam was confident that his true nature would remain concealed and continue to be a secret.
Liam struggled to get up, but then he caught a whiff of a familiar scent that slowly wafted into his nostrils. He felt a pair of heavy hands resting on his strong stomach, only to realize that the guy he had been searching for an hour ago was now sleeping beside him. Liam missed the opportunity to witness Keiran's reaction upon seeing him in that place.
However, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as Keiran embraced him. Liam couldn't understand why he felt this way, why he was uncomfortable with another man's hug.
Perhaps it was due to societal norms and expectations around masculinity, or maybe it was something else entirely. Regardless, Liam knew he needed to process his feelings and understand why he reacted the way he did.
He and Brien always hugged each other whenever they won a game prepared by the old folks in the pack.  But Keiran's hug is different, a body heat arose from him.
Liam lay naked in bed, uncomfortable with the sensation of a shirt on his skin. In the world of werewolves, night was not a time for peaceful slumber but rather a perfect opportunity to roam and hunt for wild boars and other animals.
As Liam lay there, Keiran's warm hands began to move across his bare, massive chest. Although Liam did not object to Keiran's actions, he knew that Keiran had fallen into a deep slumber, likely due to the scent of alcohol on his breath. Despite this, Liam couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
Perhaps it was the vulnerability he felt, or maybe it was the knowledge that he wasn't in control of the situation. Whatever it was, Liam knew he needed to address his discomfort and understand where it was coming from.
As a werewolf, he was used to being in control of his surroundings, and this loss of control was unsettling. Liam made a mental note to talk to Keiran about boundaries and respect in the future, both for his own sake and for Keiran's.
Is Keiran drunk? He thought again, perhaps that's why Keiran leaned his head under his oxter.  Liam felt the warmth from Keiran's hand that lay on top of his left nipple.
Liam lay there, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the situation. Was Keiran drunk? That would certainly explain why he was leaning his head under Liam's oxter and placing his hand on his left nipple. Liam's heart was pounding, and he couldn't help but wonder why he was feeling so nervous. After all, he was a man, and Keiran was a guy too. But despite this, Liam couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that was creeping up inside him.
As Keiran's lips pressed against Liam's skin, he felt a wave of panic wash over him. He wanted to move away, to put some distance between himself and Keiran, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't want Keiran to wake up in the middle of the night and feel embarrassed or ashamed about what had happened.
Liam knew that he needed to confront his feelings head-on and figure out why he was feeling so uneasy. Perhaps it was the fact that he had never been intimate with another man before, or maybe it was something else entirely. Whatever it was, Liam knew that he needed to be honest with himself and with Keiran about his boundaries and his comfort level. Only then could they both move forward with clarity and respect.
Okay, he thought that it was just an odd feeling because it was his first time being embraced by an ordinary guy. Does he feel the same if the one who hugged him right at the moment is a lady?  Will he feel nervous too?
Within the Wildfang Shadows pack, to which he was once a Beta, he was cognizant of the hierarchical structure that governs the pack's social dynamics. As an astute observer, he was aware that Luna, the Alpha's mate, played a crucial role in the pack's reproductive practices by bearing the next Alpha heir.
The female Beta and Gamma, on the other hand, were mated to the respective males of their rank. This intricate system of mate selection was exclusive to werewolves, and human-werewolf pairings were rare and perhaps non-existent, albeit being a subject of folklore and mythology.
Liam concealed himself in the shadows, surreptitiously observing the valiant countenance of Keiran. He pondered, with a tinge of envy, how someone as seemingly unremarkable as Keiran could exude such a commanding presence.
Liam held a deep admiration for Keiran, not in a romantic sense, but rather for his physical perfection. In the Wildfang Shadows, where Liam was one of many werewolves, physical excellence was a common trait, yet Keiran's magnetism stood out even among the pack's most striking members.
Liam couldn't help but marvel at the splendor of Keiran's form, a testament to the awe-inspiring beauty that could be found in both humans and werewolves alike.