A Weapon No More

RONAN’S POV

I took a step closer to my mother, my movements slow and deliberate. Each step felt heavy with finality, like walking through the end of one life and into another. I stopped just close enough for her to feel my presence, the tension crackling in the air between us.

“You don’t control me anymore,” I said, my voice steady and sharp. “You don’t get to decide who I protect or what I fight