Chapter Ten
KARA
Ronan and I sat on the couch for a while longer, talking quietly about nothing in particular. My head rested on his chest, and I pressed into the warmth of his shirt, listening to the slow, steady beat of his heart.
The knot of anxiety in my chest began to ease.
I was used to keeping my own company. I didn’t mind it most of the time; sometimes I even appreciated the solitude and drew strength from it. I’d convinced myself that my creative passions were enough, and that I was content to while away my days in the pack, watching other people be happy.
Meeting Ronan had changed all that.
For the first time, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like: to stay here, in the Thornwood pack. A day ago, the idea would have filled me with horror.
But now...
Once the th
