Ronan was waiting the moment I stepped out of the strategy room. He leaned against the wall like he had grown out of it, arms crossed, expression caught between fury and something far more dangerous. His wolf simmered under his skin, a silent snarl held in check.
The instant he saw me, he pushed off the wall.
“We are talking. Now.”
I rolled my eyes and kept walking. “If we are talking about the weather, sure. If it is about the patrol situation, save your breath.”
He moved faster than I expected, stepping into my path. I nearly collided with him. Which, to be fair, would have been his own fault. He towered over me, jaw clenched, green eyes burning with frustration.
“You are not going,” he said.
I crossed my arms. “Cute. Do you think saying it out loud makes it true.”
His nostrils fl
