Elyse pov
The Pack House was a maze I didn’t understand.
I walked without direction, just needing to move. To put distance between myself and that room. That woman. Those feelings I couldn’t name.
Jealousy. That’s what it had been. Seeing Juliet stand close to Ronan, seeing her smile at him, seeing the ease between them.
I’d felt jealous.
Which was insane. I didn’t want Ronan. Didn’t want the mate bond. Didn’t want any of this.
So why did my chest ache at the thought of him with someone else?
*Because he’s yours,* the bond whispered. *Yours. Not hers.*
“Shut up,” I muttered to myself.
I found myself in a corridor lined with windows. Stopped to look out at the grounds below.
The training yard where warriors sparred. Gardens that probably bloomed in spring. Forest beyond, stretchi
