Ronan’s POV
Timon’s announcement sounded like a strange gong in my ear. How can she be dead? There is no way she died within these past few weeks. Elder Callum said she was fine and only wanted to be away for a while. What happened? The questions kept reeling in my head and for a moment it got me dizzy.
“Your majesty?” Timon tapped on the table to bring me back to the present.
I held his gaze with my tear filled eyes. Knowing the water works might begin. I stumbled out of the study heading for the woods. My wolf wanted to break free. I want to run so hard until my lungs feel twisted and my hindlegs give way to the ground. How is this even possible? My aunt can’t be dead. The only person who treats me like her own can’t be gone like that.
Dion felt my pain and took it all in. Conver
