Vivian practically trembled in Ronan's embrace, fearful of the undisguised contempt on Soran's expression. Any moment now, the Wickan would unleash his magic and cast another spell, which would damn her for eternity if it didn't accelerate her death.
"You're with me now, sweetheart," Ronan uttered consolingly, his arm still strung over her chest. He bent down to whisper in her ear, "No one can touch you ever again. Not when I'm around."
Assured by Ronan's declarations, Vivian composed herself again and inhaled a deep breath.
There was still much she had to learn about Ronan Wolfsbane, but for certain, the man was an impenetrable force.
The Lycan Alpha stood up straight again, prepared to confront Soran's question while the Wickan still regarded Vivian odiously.
"Not her," Ronan answered, his tone nothing short of a growl. "Alpha brother. Coven punished Vivian instead, to reduce the risk of retaliation."
