Ronan pov
I found Elyse in the library that evening.
She was curled in the window seat, reading by lamplight. She looked up when I entered, and her smile hit me like a physical force.
Beautiful. She was so damn beautiful it hurt to look at her.
“Hi,” she said. “Finished with pack business?”
“For now.” I moved closer, trying to figure out how to say what I needed to say. “Can we talk?”
Her expression shifted. Became wary. “That sounds ominous.”
“It’s not bad. Just…” I sat in the chair across from her. “I have to leave tomorrow. There’s an emergency Alpha Council meeting. I’ll be gone three, maybe four days.”
“Oh.” She set her book aside. “Is everything okay?”
“Political issues with the southern packs. Nothing dangerous. Just tedious.” I leaned forward. “But the timing is terrible.
