Ivara's POV
I didn’t know why my hands were shaking so badly.
Maybe it was the way Zoya had smiled at me before dropping me off. That smile had been too sweet — sweet enough to turn sinister.
She had forced me to come to the castle after I bluntly refused. She said it was important. That I had to deliver ceremonial robes for the wolf hunt to Xlynor.
When I asked why she couldn't take them herself, she explained that Xlynor never took anything from her and, since we were close, perhaps I could speak to him.
The castle loomed in front of me, the sight of it making my skin crawl. The air felt thick and wrong while my skin prickled as if unseen fingers brushed against me.
Today was the Red Moon. Everyone knew the red moon brought chaos and, from the way I felt, I was going to be its vict
