VALORIA WILDEROSE
None of what he's saying makes any sense, and even if they could, I can't focus long enough to piece them together.
That sinking feeling from before begins eating into me for being unable to break free from his vice-like grip.
It might just be an extension of my imagination again, but he's stronger — a lot stronger than before.
The Ronan I remember wasn't a wimp, but he was no warrior.
At basic werewolf strength levels, he was stronger than myself, who barely had any werewolf strength — but not super-powered.
I'm about to cry out in agony from my bones being shattered before his large body is ripped away from me and pinned onto the tiled ground by Eros.
Once again, Eros has sprung out of nowhere, looking out for me like a fucking ninja, popping up only when he's needed.
"Aarrgh!" Ronan writhes in agony as his arm is twisted by his captor with expertise and a stone-cold facial expression.
