{Ronan’s POV}

The days seemed to have gotten even busier. I'd just returned from a fight, spent one night home and I was out of the city again for yet another strategic meetup. My host chose the location deliberately, a small hunting lodge tucked deep into the pine woods. The scent of damp soil and resin filled the air, and the silence was broken only by the sound of birds above and the occasional creak of the old wooden beams. It was the kind of place no one stumbled into unless they meant to.

Hopefully some witch wouldn't appear out of nowhere and blow these doors down.

‘Wow…’ I thought....