The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the Silver Pack estate. Acacia sat by the edge of the training grounds, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She had been restless all day, the weight of recent events pressing heavily on her.
A soft rustling in the bushes made her tense, but she relaxed when she saw Ivy step out, her familiar face framed by moonlight.
“Ivy,” Acacia said cautiously, rising to her feet. “What are you doing here?”
“I needed to see you,” Ivy replied, her voice low and urgent. She stepped closer, her gaze flickering with a mix of desperation and determination. “I have something important to say.”
Acacia frowned but gestured for her to continue.
“I’ve been working with Gertrude,” Ivy admitted, her words sharp and deliberate. “And you should too.”
