Ronan pov
I was halfway to the cave when I caught her scent.
Juliet.
Coming from the direction of the refugee camp, two guards flanked her. Carrying baskets loaded with supplies.
*Wrong direction,* Edward growled. *She should be going toward the cave. Toward our mate.*
But she wasn’t. She was coming from the opposite direction entirely.
I shifted and dressed quickly, intercepting them on the path.
“Juliet.”
She startled, dropping one of the baskets. Apples rolled across the ground.
“Ronan! You scared me.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “What are you doing out here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” I stepped closer, studying her face. “Where have you been?”
“The refugee camp.” She gestured to the baskets. “I brought supplies from Crystal Pack. Blankets, food, medicines. Thin
