June
The rest of the meeting goes smoothly.
There are questions, but they’re practical ones—territory, trade, seasonal concerns—nothing that feels like an interrogation. Ronan handles most of it with his usual calm authority, stepping in when necessary and letting silence do the rest of the work when it isn’t. I answer when addressed, keep my responses measured, and try very hard not to overthink every word that leaves my mouth.
No one challenges him. No one openly objects. And, thank the Goddess, nobody mentions pups again.
When the elders finally adjourn, I realize my shoulders have been tight for so long they ache when I let them relax.
Ronan stands and gestures for me to walk with him. I fall into step at his side as we leave the chamber, the sound of our footsteps echoing down th
