Ronan pov
Three days.
Seventy-two hours of watching her breathe. Of holding her hand. Of praying to the Moon Goddess for something, anything to change.
The silver had reached the roots of her hair by the second day. Now it was complete. Her entire head was a cascade of moonlight. Beautiful. Ethereal. Wrong.
Because it wasn’t her hair, it wasn’t the dark brown I’d learned to love. Wasn’t Elyse.
Or was it?
Mother insisted the transformation was natural that this was meant to happen. That was when she woke, she’d still be herself.
But what if she didn’t wake up? What if this transformation killed her? What if I’d lost her by marking her?
*She’s alive,* Edward insisted. *Feel the bond. She’s there. She’s just…changing.*
“I know.” I stroked her silver hair gently. “I just wish she’d w
