Chapter 8: Bring him back
I don’t hesitate. I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, sending both of us crashing to the ground.He lets out a dramatic oof beneath me, his hands flailing for balance before landing flat against the wooden floor.
"Human here, relax!" he groans.
I laugh for the first time in weeks.A real, genuine laugh. The sound is almost foreign to me, but it comes naturally with Ronan.
I hug him tighter, pressing my face into his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of something warm, safe, and unchanged.
It has been two years since he left White Stone Pack for the human world. We’ve kept in touch—texts, phone calls, the occasional video chat—but it was never the same.
Nothing could replace this.
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When we finally stand, I glance around and realize my father is gone.He must have slipped away quietly, giving us space.
I grab Ronan’s wrist and drag him to the porch, ignoring his protests as I shove him into the old rocking chair.He rolls his eyes, but I collapse onto his lap anyway, snuggling into his warmth.He lets out an exaggerated sigh, his arms instinctively wrapping around me.
"You’re so damn clingy."
"Shut up."
He grumbles but still pats my back, his fingers light and familiar against my spine.I can’t help this incessant need for affection.I don’t have many people I can do this with anyway, so I take advantage of it.