After Cordelia’s revelation, Ronan and I took some time to talk quietly. We didn’t speak too much about my aunt’s warnings of dangers or the power Ronan’s love had unlocked in me and the magic I now had.
Instead, we walked around the woods hand in hand, talking about the future — what we wanted to do, where we wanted to go, what we wanted for our daughter, who was sleeping peacefully in the cabin.
Finally, though, our talk turned to the more serious topics. “I know Cordelia is right,” Ronan said, running his thumb over the back of my hand as we walked. “I’ve heard talk about hybrids before, and I know that packs take them seriously.”
“My father has often warned me about the importance of keeping pack members from pairing with witches,” he continued. “I always knew there was a
