Lucy's pov:
The bustling café in downtown Cheyenne hummed with the midday crowd, clinking silverware, murmured conversations, and the rich aroma of fresh coffee and grilled paninis wafting through the air. I sat across from Ronan, my heart doing that familiar flutter it always did when he smiled at me like that, gray eyes sparkling under the pendant lights, his silver hair perfectly tousled, broad shoulders filling out his casual button-down.
We'd been seeing each other for a couple of months now, ever since that pack alliance meeting where we'd snuck away for a late-night walk and ended up talking until dawn. He was Silverfang through and through, strong, loyal, with that alpha edge softened by a surprising gentleness that made my beta instincts hum contentedly. Today was one of t
