mason still didnât believe what liam had told him - mostly because he trusted his own memories and his own experiences over anything else. at the same time, though, liam had told him that they were best friends, so the last thing that mason would want to do was leave someone high and dry. even if he didnât know anything about the other, apart from the fact that they played lacrosse. maybe that was the only explanation for why when the two of them had been walking and someone approached them, an angry glint in their eyes as they glared down liam - masonâs first instinct was to step in between them. âwhat the â â he muttered, figuring this was some sort of mugging, if that. within an instant though, liam was yanking him backwards. âwhat are you doing?â mason hissed, though he was also wondering what he was doing. stepping in front of danger wasnât exactly something he had experience with. he thought it was the shine from the streetlight - but it didnât change, liamâs eyes changing to a yellow color. claws, fangs, a roar - nothing that mason had been expecting. he stood there dumbly, watching as the other scared the stranger away. still in a bit of shock, mason finally spoke up. âwhat the hell was that?âÂ