Lisa’s POV
I steeled my resolve to return with Ronan, comforting myself with the thought that his house would be huge—large enough that we wouldn’t have to run into each other often. I couldn’t stand his presence, despite the fact that his seed was growing in my womb. He was arrogantly dominant—everything a mother would warn her child to stay away from.
The drive back was silent. Ronan had little concern for me or my mental state, and I didn't trust myself to have a conversation with this annoying werewolf. His threatening transformation flashed through my mind for a brief second, which made me shudder—another reminder never to pull the stunt of running away from home. That made me even more depressed.
I wanted music. My thoughts were suffocating me. Stretching my hand to the sound syst
