Ronan sat at the long table in his study, focusing on the parchment in front of him. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking slightly under his weight, and read the report again with a deeper scowl than before.
The document was brief but concerning.
Leon had been working behind the scenes, turning a few men from the border town to his side. The report stated they had pledged their allegiance to the Lion King, lured by promises of wealth, power, and "protection"—a word Ronan found almost laughable when used in association with Leon. The border town in question was the same one that had been knee-deep in corruption.
It was also the town that had hurt his mate.
Ronan's fingers drummed against the edge of the desk as his eyes narrowed.
