Nyra’s POVIt got late.The park lights dimmed, and the air grew cooler. Ronan stood first, then pulled me up gently, his hand never leaving mine.The drive back was quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt like we were still holding the moon between us, like the night had stitched us together with something invisible.When we arrived at the cabin, Ronan didn’t immediately get out.The car idled softly, and the porch light glowed faintly ahead, like a small star.He turned toward me, and his gaze softened.“I wish I didn’t have to part from you,” he admitted quietly. “I want more time. I want to know you.”My heart fluttered.But he didn’t lean into urgency. He didn’t demand. He didn’t push.“I’m willing to take it slow,” he said, voice steady. “I’ll move at your pace. I won’t rush you.”The words made my chest ache again, in that tender, dangerous way.Because everything about him, his dominance, his power, the way his wolf seemed to hum beneath his skin, suggested he could take w
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