Ronan’s POV
The officer stepped forward, his gun now leveled directly at Olivia. My instincts flared. My wolf surged beneath my skin, ready to rip through the air between us. I moved, my muscles coiled to strike—
But a firm hand gripped my arm.
"Stay back," the man beside me hissed. Olivia’s friend. His eyes were sharp, unwavering.
"Are you insane?" I growled under my breath, trying to shake him off. "He’s going to shoot her!"
"No, he won’t," he said with a confidence that bordered on reckless. "She’s not done yet."
My jaw clenched. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to intervene. But something in his expression—a strange mix of calm and conviction—held me back.
Olivia stood her ground, not a single step back, not a hint of fear. She stared down the barrel of that gun like it wa
