Ronan POV
Everyone seemed angry these days, or maybe it was just me.
Whatever it was, the burden of being Alpha never felt as heavy as it did now. My mother’s eyes watched me, judging and disappointed. Rebecca trailed me like a bad habit, inserting herself into whatever I was doing, whether or not I felt her presence was warranted.
And Lyra . . . Lyra spent most of her time with Marni.
I knew she was likely avoiding me due to what happened on the full moon a week ago, but I couldn’t apologize for my wolf’s boldness. Just thinking about it had me hard and frustrated.
The scars on her flanks had drawn me to her like a moth to a flame, and it’d taken every ounce of self-control not to give into every instinct screaming at me. To help her, to reassure her . . . to claim her.
My wolf kne
