(IVYS POV)
Fully nude, he stood before me, fifteen feet away, yet it felt like miles. My core shook with the need to cross the distance and throw myself on him, my wolf ravaging me internally to do just that. But my feet remained cemented by the sheer look in his eyes that warned me not to.
His hair was disheveled. Dirt and earth mixed with streaks of dried sweat painted rivers along his torso. His build rivaled any God, let alone man or wolf. For a moment, I thought I saw relief upon his face, but before I could be sure, it turned into a dismissive mask void of any emotion.
My brows twitched together nervously at the standoff. I needed to explain myself, to tell him everything that had happened with Dax, most importantly that I didn't leave or betray him... but the words never came.
