Chapter 145

**Celeste's POV**

I watched from the shadows as they dragged him away.

Ronan. Broken. Bleeding. Helpless.

My hands pressed against the cold stone wall. Hidden in an alcove where nobody could see me. Where Silas wouldn't know I'd come back.

The shadow wolves carried him like he was nothing. Like he was garbage to be thrown away.

His head hung forward. Dark hair covering his face. Blood dripping from wounds I could count from here.

He ...