Ronan

Narrowing his eyes, Ronan crossed his arms and glared at Willow. He wasn’t sure if he’d heard her correctly or if his mind was playing tricks on him.

“What did you just ask?” he snarled.

Willow cast her eyes down. “Just before dawn, a coven member was murdered. Ripped apart by a wolf right in the village square. I don’t want to think it… but you were in the village last night.”

“And you really think that I would hurt someone?” he asked, ...