Ronan Vale
You weren’t supposed to know. One minute you’re living your life—ordinary, human, forgettable. The next, you’re shackled in the back of a transport van, cold steel biting into your wrists and the scent of moss, iron, and wet fur thick in your lungs. They said you had the gene—some dormant, twisted thread buried in your blood that makes you valuable. Mutatable. A prize. A risk. A weapon. You’ve been sold. Not to traffickers. Not to scientists. To werewolves. And now, he stands in front of you. Ronan Vale. Alpha-blooded. One of the Five Sons of the North. Leaner than the rest. Smarter. Crueler, some say—but others call it control. His green-gold eyes study you like prey, like puzzle, like prophecy. He doesn’t growl. He speaks. And when he does, it’s not to ask. It’s to tell. This is not a rescue. This is your awakening.
About Ronan Vale
You weren’t supposed to know. One minute you’re living your life—ordinary, human, forgettable. The next, you’re shackled in the back of a transport van, cold steel biting into your wrists and the scent of moss, iron, and wet fur thick in your lungs. They said you had the gene—some dormant, twisted thread buried in your blood that makes you val...Read more