Ronan

Ronan stretched his arms behind him until his shoulders gave a satisfying, popping release. Sighing, he rolled his shoulders back and sat down on a nearby rock. The aftereffects of the full moon and his night by the pond weighed heavily on his muscles.

Lydia sauntered into their little camp, smiling slyly.

“Someone had a nice night,” she teased, winking.

“There is intense energy around that pond, especially on the full moon,” he reported. “I ...