Roman’s POV
Ronan and I were standing guard on the second floor outside Traci’s room.
The hallway stayed completely silent the entire evening.
No guests wandered upstairs. No palace staff came through unless Ronan or I called for them. Nothing except the two of us watching one single door at the end of the corridor.
Honestly, the assignment should’ve been boring. Instead the entire damn floor felt tense.
Ever since Traci arrived earlier with the Silver Clan Pack, something about the situation kept bothering me. Maybe it was the bruises fading across her face. Maybe it was the way she barely looked anybody in the eye when Isabella brought her upstairs. Or maybe it was the way Alpha Ralph acted downstairs at the entrance when he realized she wasn’t with him.
Yeah. That man definitely r
