Ronan ran.
Not away from Kian. Away from everyone.
One second he was standing there in the Great Hall with a glowing Full Moon on his forehead and a Southern Prince marked as his Second on his forearm, the next second he shifted — full shift, at sixteen, huge, bigger than Dad Cade's black wolf already, tri-colored black-silver-white like me but with a full moon on his forehead instead of a crescent — and bolted through the window.
Glass shattered. Academy students screamed. Dad Cade and Dad Rhys shifted instantly and chased him, black and silver blurs.
Mom didn't chase. Mom turned to me.
"Moon."
I was still holding my chest where the rejected bond ached. Kian was still on his knees, staring at the silver circle on his arm that wasn't there five minutes ago, his dad King Magnus kneeli
