The evening air cuts like a blade at seven, bringing Wynnie marching through the double doors with a heavy woven basket of stew.She portions out a massive helping for me. "Here is your share, Sommy."Then, she drops a tiny, pathetic ladle of broth into a small bowl. "And here is yours, Ronan."Ronan sits frozen in the chair, his jaw tightening into a hard, brooding line."I brought an extra portion only because you dragged her out of the Corbyn dungeon today," Wynnie remarks coolly. "Otherwise, you would not even receive a bowl of salted water."Unwilling to trade verbal blows with his mother, Ronan remains silent.Seeing the dark cloud hanging over the Supreme Alpha, I soften and murmur, "Mrs. Wolfhart, Ronan kept me safe through the entire ordeal.""Oh? Well, if Sommy is speaking in your defense, I suppose I can reward you with a second serving of broth later," Wynnie mutters, though her eyes twinkle."Hah!" Ronan lets out a dry, sarcastic scoff. "Thank you, My Queen. Thank you, Yo
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