Novel & Cerita The Last Ronin The Lost Years

He dismissed her. Alone, Ronan curled on the furs.Whimpered.The war was lost.But the obsession remained.He would try one last time.With everything...

Everything Mona had told me could be a lie and there was no way for me to ask Mona any more questions, because she was gone. Ronin hadn’t said a word to me in over a week. He refused to come out and was clearly mourning. I hoped that if a problem arose I would still be able to shift. I wasn’t mourning, but confused. I had mourned Mona five years ago or more like I mourned the life we could have had. Okay, now Ronin would have probably told me I was full of shit, because I didn’t mourn her. I was pissed off and the rest I buried deep down.

“That we’re not running this time.” Ronnie studies him for a moment, then exhales through his nose. “You sound like I did twenty-five years ago.” His tone is half fond, half broken. “I said the same thing when the first hunters came for the Emerald Ash Pack. I told myself we’d fight smart, that we’d protect the children, that it was the only way to stop them, and we did, for a while. But in the end, we lost because we weren’t willing to go far enough soon enough. I won’t make that mistake again.”

A year since that day I ran away from home and decided to die on an island. I had the perfect idea of the perfect death. It was not unsuccessful. In fact, the lost soul, Brieanna died and is still submerged down the ocean floor. I never retrieved my backpack, it's my grave.

If they had closed it, their team would have earned millions in bonuses. To have it all fall apart at the last moment was infuriating. But before Sasha could catch her breath, Aidan's angry voice echoed from behind her. "Now you finally know what happened. I'm giving you two days, Sasha. I don't care if you have to beg or spend a few days with Mr. Conley, but you're going to fix this deal." Already upset, Sasha grew even more furious at his words. "You ruined the deal with your 'heroic rescue,' so why should I clean up your mess?"

“twenty years ago.” Ethan’s grip tightened around the phone. Seventeen years. A strange discomfort spread through his chest. “What are you saying?” he asked. Victor’s voice softened slightly. “You were five years old when the Cross estate was attacked.” Ethan went still. Images flickered in his mind—fragmented, broken memories he had never understood. Fire. Smoke. Running footsteps. A burning pain in his arm. A woman screaming his name. Then darkness. He had always believed they were nightmares.

It was in his right. “You’re absolutely right.” Ronin blinked back the sting in his eyes, gritting his teeth. He pushed his chair back, lips pressed into a thin line. “I was cursed by the Gods, betrayed by my own wolf, sacrificed my sanity for the woman I loved, and still ended up ripping her heart out.” Ronin laughed, shaking his head. “We are not the same.” He gave them his back and started towards the door, not caring if they wanted to sympathize, judge, or rub salt into his wound. He couldn’t breathe.

My marking ceremony with Adrian was extraordinarily grand. On the blood moon night, Western werewolf elite gathered together. Due to the Adrian family's status, even formerly business-rival clans came to curry favor. During the toasting, sudden commotion erupted in the hall. Before I could see what happened, the chaos was quickly suppressed. Later I learned that drunk Ethan had tried to crash the ceremony but was dragged out by Adrian's guards. He howled desperately outside the hall, calling my name over and over.

"Listen carefully. I have my own life. I won't revolve it around you, nor will I ask for your compassion. "This isn't out of stubbornness or spite; I truly want to build my future with him." I had once bitterly wondered why Jade ended up taking my place, but I came to realize that true love never kept anyone waiting forever. An unresolved story spanning 20 years could only bring regret. Wesley had sacrificed 20 years of friendship for an assistant he'd known for just two months. So, what reason did I still have to hold on to the past?