Ronan
It's still early. The sun is just now starting to peek over the horizon. Ivy lies sprawled on her stomach, the early light casting a soft glow across her bare skin. Her dark hair fans out over her back like ink on parchment, and the curve of her spine makes it damn near impossible not to crawl back into bed and lose myself in her again.
There’s a lot that needs to get done, and since the plan is for her and Sara to return to Jackson today or tomorrow to collect their things, I want to do a little digging into the old stories about the first wolves. There are only a few places that still have records from those days, and I was going to need to talk my way into being allowed in without raising too many suspicions.
We all grew up hearing the tales of the first wolves—stories that ha
