Chapter 77

***RONAN POINT OF VIEW***

The moonlight cut through my window like a knife.

I sat on my bed, staring at the same four walls that had felt like home for eighteen years. Now they felt like a prison. Every photo of my family, every trophy from pack victories, every reminder of the life I was supposed to live, it all felt foreign. Like it belonged to someone else.

Three days had passed since I'd walked away from the council chamber. Three days since I'd ...