🩵Ronan🩵 The scent of her was everywhere jasmine and ash, sweet and ruined. It clung to the pine needles, seeped into the wind, and stirred something wild beneath Ronan’s skin. He didn’t need a tracker to know where she’d gone. He could feel her like a pulse, like a whisper threading into his bones. “She left the wards,” Elia growled beside him, brows drawn tight. “Again.” Ronan didn’t answer. He was already moving. The woods parted for him, familiar and restless. The moon was fat and pale above, casting silver through the canopy, but there was nothing calming about its light tonight. It felt like a warning. Like the calm before a hunt. He found her sitting at the base of an ancient cedar, staring at nothing with haunted eyes. The air around her thrummed with power. Raw. Untamed. His wolf growled in response not in threat, but in want. She looked up when he approached, and for a moment, she didn’t flinch. That scared him more than if she had. “You’re not safe out here,”
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