RONAN
It wasn’t the fact that Ryker Wraithe had been the hunter during my overnight trial.
It wasn’t the fact that he was a wildcard unannounced, unchecked, and unreasonably powerful.
It wasn’t even the fact that he was now one of my top challengers in the race for the Supreme Alpha throne.
No.
What had me clenching my jaw hard enough to ache…what had my wolf snarling just beneath the surface…was the way Ryker Wraithe looked at her.
Seraphina.
That gaze of his; cold, unblinking, fixated.
Like she was his prey, aim, and the end. Like he was already peeling back her layers with his eyes and claiming her with that single stare.
It didn’t matter that he was hierarchy. It didn’t matter that he moved like death and looked like an unsheathed knife.
He was a threat for that reason alone,
