By noon, word had spread through the pack about Skyler's meeting with Marcus. I tried to stay home, to avoid the gossip and speculation, but Ronan showed up and dragged me to Chrome & Fang.
"You need to be there," he said firmly. "Whatever Marcus decides, it affects you too."
"How? I'm not the one who—"
"You're the reason he's falling apart, Wren. Like it or not, you're part of this." His voice softened. "And he might need you."
"He doesn't get to need me."
"Maybe not. But the pack needs stability. And right now, you're the only one who can give Skyler that."
I wanted to argue, to tell Ronan he was wrong. But deep down, I knew he had a point. The bond made us interconnected whether I liked it or not. What affected Skyler affected me. And what affected both of us was now affecting the
