"Tell me the truth," Ronan said, his voice firm as he stood before me in the deserted courtyard. The setting sun cast long shadows across the stone, making his imposing figure seem even more threatening. "What are you, Seraphina?"
I took a step back, my hands trembling. We'd been researching for days since discovering the texts about the fourth child, but I'd managed to avoid this direct confrontation until now.
"I don't know what you mean," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Don't play games." His eyes flashed with frustration. "I've seen what you can do. The crows that follow you. The way you healed after injuries that should have killed you. You shift without an inner wolf—that's impossible for any Lycan."
I glanced around frantically, making sure we were truly alone. "Keep your voice down."
"There's no one here," he assured me. "King Landon departed for the northern border this morning. We have until tomorrow night before he returns."
