IRIS
I thought I had misheard Ronan and I stared at him, waiting for him to laugh and tell me it was a joke but he didn't. His eyes were serious and his jaw was set in a way that told me he was bracing himself for a fight.
"Go back?" I repeated, still in disbelief.
"Yes," Ronan replied with a nod.
"To the same pack that called for my blood? The same pack that voted to have me whipped to death?"
"Iris…" Ronan sighed, trying to reach out.
"No." I stepped back, pulling my hands from his grip. "You told me last night that you weren't pack Alpha anymore. You told me you didn't care about the pack and that I was your priority, me and the children and now you're telling me we have to go back?"
"Something happened."
"Something always happens. That is the problem." My voice was rising, a
