Ronan was just finishing up training when he received a summons from his father. Almost any other day, he wouldn’t have cared about being called to the alpha office. He had spent most of his life on that particular floor of the pack house. The place felt as familiar as his own bedroom.
But today was different. He had tossed and turned most of the night, haunted by brown eyes cut with blue. It was ridiculous that someone with no scent and no aura could still manage to take up so much space in his mind. He wanted to see Sam again. Even if some part of him knew that might be a mistake.
By the time he’d gotten back to the pack, the questions had started piling up. Why did she go live in a werewolf pack? How long was she there? Who was this Veriscent she claimed to have met? How did she meet
