Scarlet
Ronan was gone.
Again.
But this time, he wasn’t gone gone.
Because apparently, the grumpy, brooding, I-have-no-time-for-this Alpha had suddenly discovered the existence of texting.
And he was annoyingly good at it.
For someone who claimed he had far more important things to do—running a pack, dealing with the Supremes, keeping an eye on Elijah—he sure had a lot of time to text me.
Which meant I now had a lot of time to wonder why the hell was he texting me so much?
I had fallen back into my training routine, keeping myself busy with drills, sparring, and working on control. My abilities weren’t a mystery anymore, but that didn’t mean I had them all figured out.
If anything, the more I trained, the more I realized how much I didn’t know about myself.
But in between the bru
