Ronan
I tossed and turned all night; the need to slip into Ivy’s room to just hold her gnawed at me like an open wound. Every hour that passed only seemed to make it worse—my wolf paced the dark recesses of my mind, restless, and aching for her warmth. But I forced myself to stay put for the night. She deserves space right now. Time to breathe. Time to decide if she even wants me there.
And I will give her that. For now.
I’m exhausted now, but it doesn’t matter. Today is her father’s funeral, and Ivy needs me to be steady, not unraveling at the seams.
We haven't made a lot of progress in our relationship—not yet— but it's a start and I'm thankful for it. I know the mate bond can play a lot into our decisions, but she could have easily broken it the first day she arrived. Severed our co
