Ronan’s POV
The training grounds were nearly empty when I arrived. Just the dull thud of fists meeting sandbags and the occasional shout from warriors sparring in the distance. The cold wind bit at my skin, but I welcomed the sting. It kept me grounded. Focused.
I needed to be focused.
My brothers didn’t know I’d come here alone. Elias was probably off somewhere brooding like always. Kiernan… well, he had his own reasons for hiding things. But me? I had no excuse.
I tightened the wraps around my knuckles and threw a punch at the practice dummy. Again. And again. Harder each time until the sound of flesh meeting leather drowned out the thoughts in my head.
Ivy.
Her name had burrowed deep under my skin since the moment our bond had awakened—and I’d rejected it.
Foolish.
The moment I
