RONAN

    I lost control of my wolf the instant their hands sped. My legs moved of their own ord, carrying me closer before I even registered it. When Ryker lost intentionally, giving up the scroll to her as a love token. The word alone shattered any semnce of sanity inside me.

    Not because of the scroll itself, but due to his expression. And hers.

    Seraphina looked surprised, yes, but not caught off guard. Her expression shifted, just for a moment, before she smoothed it back intoposure too quickly, far too seamlessly for someone blindsided by his confession of love. That was when the truth struck me like a de to the chest, she knew.

    Ryker had already confessed his love to her. And she…she had hidden it.

    Verkas roared inside my mind, wing and thrashing to be freed. My ws slid out, my gaze fixed solely on Ryker’s back as fury thundered through me. I strode forward, each step closer to tearing him apart.

    Seraphina’s face paled, her shaking eyes locked on mine. Grace’s cheerful voice faded in the background, calling her to collect the scroll, but Seraphina ignored it. She didn’t go to Grace. She rose swiftly from the ground and rushed toward me, cing herself directly in my path before I could reach Ryker.

    “Alpha Ronan!” Her voice rang out across the clearing, clear and loud. Her body blocked mine, her hand catching my arm. I froze. In that moment, her wolf reached out to mine, connecting with Verkas in a sharp, sudden tether that stopped my shift mid–breath, All he could do was stare at the white she- wolf that was so close to him as she boldly blocked him with her amber eyes holding him under her little paw.

    The clearing fell into silence. All eyes shifted to us. Yet Seraphina’s gaze never wavered. Her hand tightened on my arm as though demanding that I see only her, that my attention belonged to no one else.

    “Grace, I feel sicki,/ii” /ishe said suddenly, her tone steady, her words a lie but her eyes still burned into mine.

    Grace hurried closer, concern etched on her face. “What’s wrong, Seth?”

    “Please…don’te closer,” Seraphina cut in swiftly, her lie smooth and unwavering, “it might be a rut.”

    The weight of her voice, her gaze, her lie slid smoothly to everyone bwithout /b

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    being caught.

    She looked back over her shoulder, still pressing her hand to my arm. “I’ll let Alpha Ronan guide me to my dormitory to rest. You should enjoy the party,” she added, forcing a small, convincing smile for Grace.

    “Alright then, take care,” Grace replied, waving her hand.

    Seraphina nodded, casual and unhurried, before sliding her hand down my arm until it slipped into my hand. To everyone else, it looked as if I were supporting her. I knew the truth. It was she who was leading me away.

    The noise of the party dimmed behind us as we slipped into the woods, the shadows swallowing us whole.

    “What do you think you were doing, Ronan?” she growled, dragging me further and further, her hand gripping mine like a chain she didn’t even realize she’d fastened.

    “Don’t tell me you were going to attack Ryker! Have you-” Her voice faltered, the words breaking in my head as I stopped listening.

    Because I wasn’t hearing anymore. I was seeing.

    Her grip on my hand was firm but cold, her fingers trembling ever so slightly against my skin. My gaze slid over her slender back, the graceful curve of her shoulders, the vulnerable line of her smooth neck.

    That’s when I saw it clearly.

    She was frightened because of my actions.

    wolf

    grew dangerously During the three days she refused to speak to me, my vtile. Every emotion inside me seemed amplified, crashing and shing until my pheromones spun out of bnce. They grew untamed, raw, slipping beyond my control. I knew how close I was to descending into rut and if that happened, it would be reckless, even dangerous, to go anywhere near her.

    Healer Aran’s herbs worked quickly in my system, calming the worst of it, but he had been firm in his condition: I was not to leave the healer’s wing until I had regained full control over my primal instincts.

    Yet standing on the balcony one evening, my restraint shattered the moment bI /bcaught sight of her on the training grounds below. Just the sight of Seraphina, her hair catching the wind, her movements sharp and certain made bmy /b

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    instincts surge, wilder than before, wing at me to go to her.

    “If you don’t rein yourself in, you’ll fall into a dangerous rut,” Healer Aran said calmly, stepping out from behind me.

    “Then give me something stronger,” I snapped, not taking my eyes off her, “I want to leave.”

    “That’s impossible.” He came to stand beside me, leaning casually against the railing. His gaze bore into my profile, sharp enough to cut. “Whatever is happening to you cannot be treated with any medicine or herb,” he paused, and I could hear the humor in his tone before he said it. “I don’t have a cure for

    lovesick wolves.”

    My jaw tightened as I slowly turned my head toward him. “Don’t assume.”

    “Did I?” His lips curved into a knowing smile. He lit a cigarette with the ease of a man who had seen too much of the world, exhaling smoke that curledzily into the air. “I don’t know the details of what ties you to your woman. Still as a man who has had his share of experience with women, every kind of woman. In fact, I’ll say this much: instead of burning yourself alive over her, maybe you should learn to let go. Move on, before she consumes youpletely,” his smirk deepened as he met my eyes, “She’s dangerous for you. Poison.”

    She was poison. That much was true. She had seeped into every corner of my heart and soul, and yet I craved her all the more. I was addicted to her in the way a man craves the very toxin that might one day destroy him.

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