~ ROSELLE ~
Watching Ronan stand up for me in front of the Council, watching him defy tradition, authority, and his own mother for me... it was everything I could have asked for and more. Worse, it was terrifying.
I stood there, fighting back as many tears as I could, my throat tight and burning. Every word he spoke in my defense echoed through me like a vow carved into my soul. He has proven to me time and time again the lengths he would go for me. He didn't just defend me; he chose me in front of the entire Council and his own mother. Even when they threw my muteness and my missing wolf in his face, he refused to bend.
He defended my worth when I couldn't defend it myself. He stood there in that grand hall and told them that I matter, that my existence has value, that my voice, or lac
