Ronan
He says thin ice and I want to drag him under me and kiss him until the only thing that exists is heat.
Instead I say nothing, because the truth would cut us both.
The truth is that I trust him more than I trust my own instincts and that terrifies me. The truth is that I’m holding a pack together with my teeth while Redmaw tests our fences and my wolves test my patience and one Omega tests the part of me I don’t let see daylight.
I pick him up and set him on the table because his legs aren’t steady and mine are a step from shaking too. He glares like he wants to bite me. I want him to. I want him mean and alive and here.
“Don’t walk away,” he says, reading me too well. The barely noticeable edge of panic in his voice squeezes my heart.
“I’m not.” I clean him with a cloth from
