-Ronan's Hale:
The morning air was cool, the scent of damp earth and pine clinging to the quiet forest around us.
The soft crunch of my boots against the dirt was the only sound accompanying my thoughts as I walked ahead, speaking over my shoulder.
I was already laying out the next steps—what route we should take, where we could find supplies, how to stay off the king's radar. We needed to keep moving, and fast. The last thing we needed was to stay in one place long enough for more of those bastards to catch up.
Elara was right behind me, listening but quiet, and Lucien… well, Lucien wasn't coming. That was obvious. He had made it clear earlier, and honestly, it was for the best.
We had enough problems already without adding another walking target to the mix. The son of the vampire king traveling with a hunter and a witch? That was just begging for a bloodbath.
