Ronan dropped to his knees.
Not slowly.
Not willingly.
One second he was beside me.
The next, the Root pulled him down as if the floor itself had decided where an Alpha belonged.
“Ronan.”
I grabbed his shoulders.
His muscles were locked.
His wolf slammed against the pressure through our bond.
Alive.
Furious.
Trapped.
Across the chamber, Malach smiled with Eamon behind his eyes.
Two men inside one face.
One purpose.
“Much better,” he said.
The voice shifted halfway through the sentence.
Malach first.
Eamon second.
My skin crawled.
Cassian stared at him.
“That is deeply unpleasant.”
Marcus went pale.
“They are using the old command layer.”
I looked around.
Aldric was on one knee too.
Daniel had dropped over the radio in Stonewater.
From the northern channel came sh
