RONAN
My hand burned as though molten fire had erupted beneath my skin, veins igniting until it felt as if the flames inside me had turned traitor. They didn’t warm, they consumed. My breath came ragged, broken, and every tremor in my body betrayed how close I was to losing myself. The rut had me by the throat, tearing through flesh and bone until my wolf’s instincts pressed against every boundary of control I had left.
“What a f*****g birthday gift”
A bitter laugh slipped from me even as my lips twisted into a snarl. Twenty-five. Of all cursed days for the rut to sink its claws into me, my birthday had to be today. The very moment the sacred white feather doors were meant to open.
The heat surged hotter, scraping raw across my ribs, demanding release. But there was no door waiting for
