{Ronan’s POV}

The air still burned in my lungs as I dropped from a run into a slow stride. The rubble of the collapsed building was far behind me now, the dust fading off my skin with each step.

My body was slick with sweat, my breaths heavy, but my pace never faltered. Across my shoulders, Elder Veyra hung limp and silent, his weight nothing compared to what he had tried to orchestrate.

By the time the estate came into view, I had forced myself back into my human form. The transition left my muscles aching in that bone-deep way only wolves knew, but it was better to arrive here...