Ivy surfaces from darkness like someone clawing her way out of a frozen lake.
A sharp inhale slices through her chest. Her heartbeat slams against her ribs, fast and frantic. Ceiling beams waver above her. Massive king-size bed beneath her, dark oak dresser against the far wall, leather armchair by a stone fireplace that's seen decades of use.
Everything is masculine. No clutter. No softness. Just clean lines and the faint scent of cedar and wildness.
This is the Alpha's territory. Somewhere she shouldn't be but doesn't know that.
This isn’t her motel. This isn’t anywhere she knows. Her pulse spikes, panic burning like lightning under her skin.
The last thing she remembers is teeth, snarls and her palms erupting in blue fire and then darkness swallowing her whole.
A shadow shifts. Iv
