Ronan didn't sleep that night either, and neither did I, both of us sitting in the reinforced room long after everyone else had reluctantly returned to their own beds, the ledger and Ronan's exposed wrist between us like evidence in a case neither of us fully understood yet.
"Tell me about your wolf," I said eventually, breaking a silence that had stretched long enough to feel companionable rather than heavy. "Not the mark. The actual wolf. What's it like, living with something like that inside you?"
Something shifted in his expression, surprise at the question rather than the topic itself. "Nobody's ever asked me that directly. Not even Jax."
"I'm asking."
He considered it for a long moment, turning the question over like he was deciding how much honesty it deserved. "Before the accid
