I swear he is a Werewolf
Ronan was fast, slipping through Zayden’s grip like a shadow, but Zayden fought with a desperation that was terrifying to behold.
"Stop it!" Kaelira screamed, her rational mind finally snapping. "Both of you, stop!"
As if her voice carried a physical weight, the two men froze. Zayden had Ronan pinned against the base of an ancient oak, his hand crushed against Ronan’s throat. Ronan, despite the position, was smiling, a trickle of dark blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.
"See?" Ronan choked out, looking past Zayden to Kaelira. "She has the Spark. Even without the mark, she commands the room. Imagine what she’ll do when she’s truly Awake."
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