Ivara’s POV :

The moon feels like it's too bright tonight. It hovers over the Draven compound, swollen and heavy, casting silver light across iron gates, watchtowers, and rows of wolves who pretend they are not staring at me when they think I am not looking. Every shadow feels sharper and every sound feels louder.

Ronan has not left my side since dawn. Not once.

He follows me through the compound with the kind of focus usually reserved for battlefield strategy or execution ...