The scream tore through the night.
Ivy jolted upright in bed, her heart slamming violently against her ribs. For a moment, she couldn’t tell whether the sound had come from her dreams or from the waking world. The chamber was dark, lit only by moonlight filtering through sheer curtains, painting silver patterns across the stone floor.
Then she felt it.
A ripple of terror.
Not her own.
Rowan.
She was on her feet before her mind caught up, power surging instinctively through her veins. The door burst open beneath her touch, splintering outward as she raced into the corridor barefoot, her hair streaming behind her like a dark banner.
Guards were already shouting.
“Assassins!”
Steel clashed. Wolves roared. The once-quiet royal wing erupted into chaos.
Ivy sprinted toward Rowan’s cham
