Ronan

“We should have heard something by now,” Lydia groused, stalking around the clearing with her hands on her hips.

Ronan grunted and nodded. He remained focused on the soup he was cooking, or attempting to cook. Willow had brought them some cooking gear for open fire meal prep so that they wouldn’t have to rely on her to bring them food in the dead of winter.

So far, he hadn’t had much luck.

He’d been waiting to hear from Willow for days and she had ...