FIA
"Yes."
"That's..." He trailed off. Shook his head. "That's a massive accusation."
"I know."
"It could destroy the pack if it came out."
"I know."
"And you have what? A blood test that could be explained a dozen different ways? A theory that hinges on you secretly curing magical poison with no explanation for how?"
My hands were shaking again. I pressed them harder into my pockets. "I know how weak it sounds."
"It's not weak," he said. "It's insane. For lack of better word and forgive me if I sound rude."
The word hit like a slap. I flinched before I could stop myself.
"You're forgiven. Just sit with it."
Ronan sighed. He rubbed his face with one hand. When he dropped it he looked tired. "I believe Aldric is a schemer. I believe he wants to be indispensable to Cian and this pack. I believe he's manipulative and self-serving." He paused. "But wanting to kill the Grand Luna? That's too far. It wouldn't even make sense."
"Why not?"
