Nora's pov
"Where are we going?" I asked for the umpteenth time but as usual I got no response.
I groaned before dropping onto the floor in a an undignified heap.
"What do you think you are doing?" Ronan asks, turning to look at me.
"We've been walking for hours and I have no idea where we are going. I've been foolish enough to follow you blindly when you've made it clear you'll kill me if you have no use for me" I complained.
"I told you we are going to get answers" he replied.
"Answers to what? I don't have any questions" I argued.
"You aren't even mildy curious about the random crescent mark that appeared on your shoulder out of nowhere? Does that seem normal?" He quirked his brow.
"It doesn't mean I'll go to the ends of the earth to get answers. People get weird beauty marks all the time" I muttered to myself.
"Trust me, that is not a beauty mark. Get up, we are almost there" he gruffly told me.
"You said that when I asked two hours ago" I retorted.
I was tired, exhausted and my body was screaming to break down. My pride was the only thing keeping me from letting the tears prickling my eyes fall freely.
'I didn't want him to see me as weak' I admitted to myself.
"We don't have all day Nora. I would have asked her to come to the pack house but I think we need to see her away from preying ears" he told me.
"Her?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the excruciating pain in my ribs.
"Lyra" he simply said as though that would answer all the questions I had.
"Are you always so taciturn?" My voice betrayed my irritation.
"I have nothing to say" he shrugged.
"Who is Lyra?" I all but growled.
"A witch who has helped me in the past" he casually answered.
"You are taking me to a witch?" I screeched.
"She will have the answers we seek" he explained.
"The answers you seek. I have no idea what is going on" I snapped.
"Either way, it involves you" he said.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I demanded.
"It wasn't important" he retorted.
"You are taking me to see a witch and you didn't deem it important to tell me?" My jaw ticked as I tried to suppress my anger.
"It wouldn't have mattered because either way we would have gone. Wether you wanted to or not" he admitted calmly, further irking me.
I took a deep breath before I attempted to rise but my knees buckled and before I could land on the floor, Ronan swiftly caught me.
"Let go of me" I fought the slight blush that crept up my neck.
Disregarding my words, Ronan wrapped one hand securely around my waist and the other hand found its way into my shirt.
"What do you think you are doing you pervert?" I shrieked but he ignored me and calmy lifted my shirt up, revealing my bandage which was soaked in my blood.
"Why didn't you tell me you were in pain?" He questioned.
"You didn't give me a chance to and as you've made abundantly clear it doesn't matter" I responded stubbornly.
He cursed under his breath before sweeping me off my feet and into his arms. My heart lunged at our proximity and I had to remind myself where I was and what was happening.
'i couldn't be attracted to this man. It was ridiculous' I cried to myself.
"What do you think you are doing?" I whispered, looking up at his hard face that betrayed none of his emotions.
"Hold on to me tight" he merely stated.
"What do you-" my words were cut off as he begins to sprint away with me in his arms. I hold on to his neck for dear life, afraid he would drop me at any moment. His breathing is ragged and I can feel the pounding of his heart right by my ear.
I tried my best to ignore the hand plains of his chest which I was presses up against as we walked but it proved to be an impossible task. He comes to a stop in front of a small cottage, ignoring my demand to be set down.
As we approach the front steps the door swings open and without a moments hesitation, Ronan steps into the cottage.
"Do you always live fearlessly without any sense of danger?" I ask him as I look around the cottage.
The place looked like a scene straight out of a movie. The walls were made of rough-hewn stones that were carefully fitted together to make a sturdy barrier. A kettle rested on the large glowing fireplace which warmed the entire room. The furniture were a monotone flat brown, almost like a leaf in autumn. Different frames and artifacts lined the walls, this was not at all how I imagined a witches den to be.
"No danger can come to me here" Ronan broke into my chain of thoughts as he settled me into one of the armed chairs.
"I smell blood" a high pitched female voice called out as a door swung open.
"She need to be healed Lyra" Ronan gestured towards me, not wasting time with pleasantries.
"Always the gentleman Alpha" she mocked as she walked towards me with a bowl in her hand.
I stared at the young petite blonde woman who looked nothing like the witches I had heard about.
"Just heal her" he growled and she looked at him for a second before she turned her attention to me.
"Hi, I'm Nora" I said awkwardly, unsure what to do as she dipped her hands into the liquid in the bowl before she settled them on my ribs.
"Lyra" she smiled as her hands began to glow and it felt like the life was being sucked out of me.
I screamed in agony and tried to tear her hands away from me but they remained firmly in place.
"All better" she cooed as though I were a child before she removed her hands. The relief I felt was almost instant and a glowing heat went through my whole body.
"What did you do to me?" I asked, feeling fuzzy.
Rather than answer me she stared at me for a moment, as if she was trying to figure something out and as though it clicked she gasped and looked from Ronan to me with a broad smile plastered on her face.