Ivory POV
The first thing I did when I got home was collapse. I didn't even take off my shoes; I just let the darkness of my bedroom swallow me whole.
I slept as if my life depended on it as if by closing my eyes, I could delete Daniel, Zeke, and the haunting image of Alicia against that shed from existence.
Fortunately, the house was silent. My mom wasn't around, likely running errands or handling whatever mystery business she kept from me.
I was ripped out of a dream about silver wolves by a buzzing sound that felt like a drill against my skull. My phone was vibrating across the nightstand. I swiped it onto the floor in a fit of half-asleep rage, but the caller was persistent.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
I groaned, leaning over the edge of the bed to fish it out. An unknown number. My firs
