The moment a warrior sprinted into the town square yelling something about movement on the east border, Ronan went rigid beside me. His entire body shifted into Beta mode so fast it made the air feel different, sharper, colder.
He turned to me immediately. “We are going. Now.”
I blinked. “Why am I included? I do not remember signing up for field trips to the border.”
“You are coming,” he said, grabbing my elbow.
I yanked it back. “Stop dragging me around like I am a misbehaving pet.”
“Ayla. Move.”
“I am moving. You do not need to manhandle me every five seconds.”
He shot me a look that could have frozen lava. Then he started walking, long powerful strides, and naturally I had to jog a little to keep up. Which irritated me even more.
“Slow down,” I snapped.
“No.”
“I am shorter tha
