~ RONAN ~

Lyra exhales, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face at her awed expression. "It’s gorgeous here."

"Come on." I lead the way, heading down the patio stairs.

I finally relax when I feel the tension slowly lifting from the air as Lyra draws in the earthy scent of pine, soil, and the songs of birds echoing in the background. Wolves are comforted by open spaces, and thankfully, this change in scenery seems to be doing the trick for her—even if ...