Ronan

Ronan watched the sun move through the sky. Never, in all his life, had he seen the sun with his human eyes. One night a month, he could be human, the rest of the time he was a wolf.

When the sun rose, he should have shifted back.

Chuckling to himself, Ronan lamented not seeing the look of shock on that little witch’s face when he turned into a wolf right before her eyes.

Laughing hurt.

Groaning, he held his side.

Whatever she’d given him to ...