Ronan pov
She fell asleep in my arms halfway home.
Exhaustion is finally catching up. The adrenaline is draining away. Leaving her small and vulnerable against my chest.
I carried her through the Pack House doors to shocked faces. Beta Marcus. Alex. Guards who’d been searching. All of them stopped to stare.
At their Alpha carrying his unconscious mate. Both were covered in ash and blood. Both looked like they’d walked through hell.
“She’s alive,” I said before anyone could ask. “She’s safe. That’s all that matters.”
“And the threat?” Marcus asked quietly.
“Handled.” A lie. The man had escaped. But I’d deal with that later. “For now.”
I carried Elyse upstairs. Past the curious eyes and whispered questions. Past everything that didn’t matter.
All that mattered was her, getting her
