Ronan found me before I found him.
Of course he did.
I stormed out of the library still shaking with fury, still clutching my mother’s journal so tightly the leather creaked. My wolf paced inside me, restless and hot, reacting to every breath I took like the air itself was a threat.
I rounded the corner, expecting an empty hallway.
Instead, Ronan was already there. Leaning against the wall. Waiting.
Like he always was.
He stepped forward the second he saw my face. “Ayla. Talk to me.”
“No,” I snapped, pushing past him.
He caught my wrist.
Barely. Just a touch.
But my wolf reacted instantly, slamming against my ribs so violently I gasped.
He dropped my wrist like it burned him, eyes widening. “What is happening to you?”
“You tell me,” I said through clenched teeth. “Since you see
