Ronan's POV
The blast ripped us apart. One moment, I was fighting beside Sienna and the others. The next, I was flying through the air, landing hard on rocky ground far from the main fight.
I got to my feet, tasting blood in my mouth. My ears rang from the blast. Through our bond, I could feel Sienna—she was alive but in danger. She'd joined some kind of trial, and I couldn't reach her.
"Hello, Phantom."
I spun around. Standing on a rock above me was a woman with gray hair and cold blue eyes. I knew her. Vivian. The Shadow Alpha's right hand.
"You always did have a habit of surviving," she said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
I pulled my knives from their sheaths. "Wish I could say it's good to see you, Viv."
"Is that any way to greet your old teacher?" She jumped down, landing lightly on her feet. She didn't draw a weapon, but I knew better than to think she wasn't armed.
"You taught me how to kill," I said. "Not how to make friends."
