Natalie's POV
The safehouse is a run-down warehouse on the outskirts of the human city.
I stand in the center, my arms crossed, watching as Ronan paces the concrete floor. He is in his physical form now—tall, broad, with eyes like frozen lakes. But the human clothes he wears look wrong on him. A dark suit that strains across his shoulders.
"The Alpha Queen is stronger than we anticipated," Ronan says, his voice echoing in the empty space. "The spell should have kept her dormant until I arrived. She shouldn't have been able to access the earth magic."
"Perhaps your information was wrong," I say coolly.
Ronan stops pacing, turning to glare at me. "My information is never wrong. The bloodline is awake. We need to act now, before she learns to control it."
I walk over to a table covered
