Lucy’s pov :
The drive to Ronan's house felt like a scene straight out of one of those romance novels I secretly devoured, snow flurries dancing around the truck's headlights, the heater blasting warmth that made the windows fog up slightly, and Ronan's hand resting possessively on my thigh.
"Can't let you drive alone in this weather, Red," he'd said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine that had nothing to do with the January chill in Cheyenne. I glanced at him now, his profile sharp and handsome under the dashboard lights, dark hair tousled from the wind, jaw set in that determined way, silver eyes flicking to me with a mix of protectiveness and heat.
Gods, he was gorgeous, this Silverfang alpha who'd somehow chosen me, a beta with a big mouth and even bigger heart.
