Ronan pov
Three days since I’d found my mate.
Three days of hell.
I sat at my desk, staring at reports I couldn’t focus on. Council meeting minutes. Border Patrol updates. Trade negotiations that suddenly seemed meaningless.
All of it is noise. All of it is irrelevant.
Because somewhere three floors above me, she was locked in a room. My mate. The witch. The impossible complication that had turned my entire world upside down.
*Go to her,* Edward demanded for the hundredth time that day. *Need to see her. Need to…*
“No.”
*She’s ours. We should be with her. Protecting her. Claiming…*
“I said no!”
The words came out louder than I’d intended. I forced myself to breathe slowly, to calm the rage and frustration churning in my gut.
Edward had been relentless since the moment we’d foun
