Chapter 177 Your Answer

• RONAN
• My hand burned as though molten fire had erupted beneath my skin, veins igniting until it felt as if the flames inside me had turned traitor. They didn’t warm, they consumed. My breath came ragged, broken, and every tremor in my body betrayed how close I was to losing myself. The rut had me by the throat, tearing through flesh and bone until my wolf’s instincts pressed against every boundary of control I had left.
• “What a fucking birthday gift”