The Alpha Blamed The Luna
"No," Ronan decided. "I will handle that on my own."
Milroy swallowed hard.
He got Ronan the earliest flight to Ravenfall City.
Before the Alpha left with Noah and headed toward the airport, he told Milroy to take the rest of the day off if he wished so.
Milroy thought that either the Alpha had gone crazy or his ears were problematic.
Ever a loyal subject, he went to a healer and had his ears checked instead.
Meanwhile, Ronan closed his eyes as he leaned against the comfortable seat in his first-class cabin.
The man used to enjoy the quiet privacy, but this time around, quietude quickly became his worst enemy.
A wave of unpleasant thoughts invaded his brain.
Even though he tried hard to drive them away from his brain, they came again and again like a bunch of hungry vultures.
'You are restless,' Beowulf mused. 'What's wrong?'
Ronan sighed but gave his wolf no answer.