[Araya's POV]
"You dare bring his blood into my den?"
Ronan's voice is deadly quiet, his hand still pressed against the wall beside Araya's head. Splinters of wood fall to the floor from where his fist cracked the timber.
Araya's heart hammers in her chest. She can feel the fury radiating off Ronan in waves, suffocating and terrifying.
This is it. He's going to cast her out. Send her back into the wilderness to die. Just like Jasper did.
Araya lifts her chin, refusing to show fear. "Yes. I brought his blood into your den. Because I had nowhere else to go. Because you saved me. Because you gave me a chance when no one else would."
Ronan's golden eyes burn into hers, searching for something.
"I won't apologize for the child," Araya continues, her voice steady despite the trembling in
