RONAN
Phoebe’s punishment had taken a bit longer to be administered than I had wanted. When I finally came around it, I had communicated to the pack that we were all to assemble at the pack grounds that morning.
There were no tents this time, no flowers, no speeches. Just the pack in full and the woman who had tried to kill my daughter.
Phoebe was brought forward by two warriors. Her wrists were bound and I almost did not recognize her. Her clothes were torn, hair caked with dirt and this time her eyes were not filled with the resentment they had before.
"Ronan." Phoebe's voice cracked when she saw me. She tried to move toward me, but the warriors held her back. "Ronan, please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…I didn't want to,"
"You shifted." My voice was cold. I was using my
