The night stretched wide and endless, the wind carving through the trees like whispers of ghosts. Ronan stood in the heart of the Shadowfang territory, but it no longer felt like home.
Because home was gone. It was back in the ruins, standing in the arms of a past she had chosen over him. But Ronan Vale was not a wolf who surrendered.If Selene—Seléthis—thought he would vanish, thought he would accept the unraveling of their bond, she was wrong.
If fate wanted to rewrite his story, then he would rewrite fate. And he would do it in blood.
Dorian stood beside him, arms crossed, his silver eyes sharp even in the dim moonlight.
"You know this is madness," the Beta said.
Ronan exhaled, his fingers flexing as his wolf restlessly prowled inside him. "Then why are you still here?"
Dorian sigh
