Chapter 94

Mara's POV

The attack came the next evening, shortly after sunset, while Ronan checked the bandage beneath his sleeve and I studied the old wards on the refuge map. A window shattered over the kitchen table. Ronan moved before the last shard hit the floor.

He crossed the room with his sword already in his hand, and Grimm rose inside him so fast his eyes flashed silver.

“Stay here.”

The words struck my body. Not pain. Certainty. For one terrifying second, standing exactly where I was felt like the only sensible decision I had ever made. Then my wolf snarled. The certainty cracked. Ronan froze. He had heard himself. I drew my knife.

“No,” I said, forcing my feet to move. “I heard you. I’m coming with you.”

Someone slammed into the outer door. Wood groane