Ronan turned slowly. He was close. Too close. Some part of him knew he was in her space, that he should take a step back, but he didn’t move. He stayed planted in front of her, shoulders tense, chest rising and falling a little too fast. The noise of the bar pressed in around them – music, laughter, glasses clinking – but it all felt distant, muffled behind the roar in his ears.
Koda snarled in his head. Mine.
The word slammed into him with startling force.
Ronan clenched his jaw. What the hell is wrong with you?
Koda paced restlessly, agitated in a way Ronan had never felt before. It didn’t make any sense. Koda had never reacted like this to a woman. Not even close.
But the moment Julien had touched her, the wolf had been ready to attack.
Ronan dragged in a slow breath, trying to
