RONAN
“Ronan…”
My mother’s voice came from behind.
The sound cut through the forest like a blade, stopping my heart for a fraction of a second. My blood boiled in my veins, every muscle locking tight, because I knew what it truly was. The curse. Twisting the one voice I hadn’t heard in years into a weapon sharp enough to pierce bone.
Verkas growled, pacing in the shadows of my mind, restless and on edge. The snowy ground cracked beneath my boots, splintering as though the very earth wanted to outrun the nightmare stalking me. I didn’t need to look back, I could feel it. That suffocating presence pressed against my spine like a blade ready to strike. Cold seeped into my skin, crawling over me like frostbite, invisible yet undeniable. The curse was f*****g real.
I would not give it the
