Ronan POV
She’d flinched.
The same female who’d ripped a vampire’s head off, shook off my
Alpha voice like it was an annoying insect, and flipped me the bird f*****g flinched when I went to run my hand through my hair.
It didn’t add up.
Her aggression didn’t make sense for a female wolf. She should have been on the ground, begging for mercy. She should have had some sense of self-preservation, even if she didn’t want to show it.
Yet if something traumatic had happened in her past, it would make sense for her inner wolf to be aggressive if it thought it was protecting her.
Yes, that had to be it.
Which meant the only remaining mystery was to find out what her pack had done to her. The scars on her wolf’s hind legs were telling, but I didn’t want to think about the poss
