Ronan's office was shrouded in an unsettling darkness, barely illuminated by the dim light of a few candles that flickered with the wind that slipped through the cracks in the windows. The air was charged with tension, a mixture of uncertainty and fear that seemed to permeate every corner of the Iron Blood pack's castle.
Titus, the Beta and Caleb's father, stood in front of his Alpha's desk. His face reflected the same concern he felt inside. They had confirmed with ninety percent certainty that Eliza could be Lucian's destined mate.
"Are you sure about that?" Ronan asked in a grave voice. "It's not something we can take lightly."
Ronan, with his gaze fixed on an invisible point on the desk, nodded slowly. His mind was plunged into a whirlwind of thoughts, each more disturbing than the last.
