Chapter 60 The Last Tether

• Ronan had not moved from her side in two days.
• The healers came and went, murmuring words he refused to hear. His Beta tried to drag him away, elders whispered of preparing for loss, but he would not leave her—not when his wolf was still howling her name inside him, not when his bond still pulsed faintly, like a thread stretched thin but unbroken.
• “She’s not gone,” he growled to anyone who dared approach. His hand never left hers, thumb brushing her cold knuckles, as if touch alone could anchor her here. “I’ll feel it when she does. And I haven’t.”