Damien
"What? Ronan Vale?" I exclaimed, getting up from my chair. My father informed me of what was happening. How could this happen and that, too, at this time?
I had been pacing the office for what felt like hours. My father, the Alpha of Spring Hollows, sat at his desk, his hands clasped tightly together as he stared at the papers in front of him. He hadn’t spoken much since I stormed in earlier, but his silence was deafening.
I couldn’t contain the storm brewing inside me, and I had been too restless to stay still. Ronan Vale. The name alone sent a ripple through my body, making my muscles tense with a mixture of anger and confusion.
Finally, I couldn’t hold it any longer. “Dad, what the hell is going on? Why did Ronan Vale—of all people—show up here? What is the Supreme thinking?”
