IRONCLAW'S CLAN
Ivy's POV
The room was dimly lit by the fading embers in the stone hearth, but the fire inside me burned far brighter.
"I’m telling you, Father," I hissed, pacing back and forth like a trapped wolf. "The Lycan King isn’t going to stay quiet much longer. He’s watching, I know it. I can feel it in my bones." I stopped abruptly and turned to him. "We’re running out of time. Every failed move pushes us back further, and I’m tired. I’ve had enough of dealing with the fallout when our plans fall apart."
My voice had risen, sharp with frustration. I didn't care. I needed him to see this wasn’t just a game anymore.
Father, the Ironclaw Beta, looked at me calmly from his seat, swirling a dark drink in his hand like it was nothing. His calm always irritated me when I was worked
