[Mai's P.O.V.
Liam didn't remember me. He didn't remember us.
The realization hit like a fist to the ribs, knocking the breath from my lungs every time I saw the confusion in his eyes—the way he looked at me like I was nothing more than a stranger.
Every time I reached for him, he pulled away. Every time I spoke his name, his expression twisted with unease, like the sound of it unsettled him but he didn't know why. And when I tried to remind him, to make him see, he called me crazy. He ran. He treated me like something broken, something twisted, something to fear.
I hated it.
I could have called home. I could have told them I found him, that after everything, after all the searching, I had finally found him. I could have used my mirrors to reach out, to summon help. But Liam was already drowning in too much confusion. If I brought our families, our pack—if I threw him into a storm of people who knew him, who loved him—it would shatter him.