Ronan

A soft breeze rustled the trees, filling the air with the crisp, cool scent of winter air.

Any day now, there would be frost on the ground and flurries in the sky.

Ronan paced in the small clearing. For months all he’d been able to do was sit around and wait. He hated the feeling of helplessness. Unable to help the pack, unable to help Willow. He felt like the most pathetic Alpha, just waiting around for his moment.

Sighing, he stopped pacing and looked ...