Ronan
I step out of the treeline with Ivy’s scent still clinging to my skin. I hadn't intended on following her, but the moment I sensed that she was running farther than she should, Aric and I decided that it would be a better place for us to connect, away from the prying eyes of the pack.
The tension between us is a mask that we have learned to wear all too well now. Four days of pretending, with cold glances and heated tones behind closed doors, and too much silence is starting to wear both of us thin.
Even if it is just a few moments alone with her, it is just enough to remind me why we are doing this and that we’re still in this together.
But the pack doesn’t know that.
They still see the distance. They hear the silence that echoes through the rooms. And that’s exactly what we
