RONAN
I had been up for some time, but I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, counting the days in my head. Four days since Iris arrived and only three were left.
She will leave, my wolf murmured
You don't know that. I replied. My wolf gave a low, skeptical huff. He was supposed to be the optimistic one but he had also lost hope.
I scrubbed a hand down my face and pushed myself upright, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. Every muscle felt heavy, weighted down by another restless night. I had never slept properly since Iris arrived.
I had barely pulled on a shirt when I felt the gentle nudging on the mind link. The mind link felt like someone was poking your forehead, but from inside.
Ronan? It was Darius. I closed my eyes briefly, welcoming the distraction.
Morning. A pa
