Ronan did not let go of my wrist until we reached my door. Even then, he only released me so he could push inside first and check the corners like a warrior clearing an attack site. My wolf paced beneath my skin, restless and snarling, still rattled from the near shift, the rogue’s voice, and my father’s anger.
When Ronan finally stepped aside, I walked in, jaw tight, hands shaking.
The door clicked shut behind us.
And then silence.
Ronan’s presence filled the room. It pressed against my senses, heavy and grounding, but my wolf bristled anyway. She was still riding the waves of adrenaline, still furious she had been pulled away from the chase, still trembling with power she could not unleash without consequences.
I started pacing immediately.
Back and forth across the room.
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