"Stay right here."
Riven blinked. "Wait, are you going to—?"
But Ronan had already vanished into the woods with barely a sound, shifting his stance low like a predator. That regal Alpha aura never quite left him. He turned into the beautiful silver wolf he was to hunt for small prey.
It didn't take long. Within ten minutes, the bushes rustled and Ronan emerged with a fat hare, its soft grey fur dappled with leaves. Riven let go of the horse he was petting and met him halfway, eyebrows raised.
"Where did you even—how do you hunt that fast?"
"Wolf instincts."
Ah, Right.
He got to work immediately, gutting and cleaning the hare, which surprised Riven. He did not know that Ronan would know this. He had private chefs who cooked for him, but he could cook too? Well, Leon could, so why was he surprised.
