Ronan POV
I refused to think about it anymore.
We made it back to the outskirts of the commune for the Yellowstone pack, the small cluster of buildings that served as the hub for our pack. Rainwater pinged off the metal roofs of the animal pens, and stalks of corn swayed slightly in the wind. My cabin was here, as was my office. Xavier, my mother, and a few others lived in this clearing as well. The air was heavy with the scent of mud and wet rock, and I inhaled, feeling immediately calmer. More centered. Thunder rolled slightly in the distance, spurring me to keep up with Xavier.
I stopped short as we entered the clearing, immediately spotting our pack medic leaving my mother’s cabin. I rushed toward him, and his eyes widened at the sight of me. I waved his obvious concerns away since
