Ronan
The battlefield is quiet now—too quiet.
Not the kind that signals peace, but the kind that rings hollow after a scream.
The wolves that witnessed what my mate just did stand frozen, unsure whether to bow or run. It’s not every day you watch a Luna drag warriors back from the brink of death—multiple—at the same exact second.
I look down at Max; his chest rises and falls more evenly, but he is still unconscious. Aric is still pacing inside my head, a restless snarl echoing through my bones. For one terrifying heartbeat, I felt the bond between us flicker—thin, fragile, and close to snapping altogether.
My beta. My friend. My brother in every way that mattered.
“We almost lost him,” Aric growls, his voice rough with a fear he’ll never admit out loud. “Too close. Too damned close.
