Ronan
I stayed away. Waiting at the forest’s edge for him to come back. Tail tucked between his legs, ready to beg me to give him another chance.
Nothing. No sign of him. So I’m going back to find the little s**t.
The forest is silver with moonlight and laced with Eli’s scent.
I follow it like a bloodhound, head down, eyes narrowed. Every step, the bond yanks tighter. Like it’s dragging a hook through my chest. Raw and sharp and maddening.
He’s close. I can taste him on the air. Salt-slick fear, fever, blood and sweat. His scent isn’t clean anymore. It’s frayed at the edges. Strained. It makes something ancient inside me rise, stretch and salivate.
My wolf stirs, restless. Pacing behind my ribs like a thing in a cage.
Take.
Mark.
Breed.
I bare my teeth and push it down.
The tra
