The moon hung full and heavy over Crescent Falls, casting silver light across the rushing water. Dominic arrived fifteen minutes early, his wolf pacing restlessly beneath his skin. Every instinct screamed that this was a trap, that he was walking into an ambush.
But he couldn't stay away.
He heard her approach before he saw her, the soft rustle of fabric, the faint scent of jasmine and steel that had always been uniquely Ivy's. She emerged from the tree line wearing simple jeans and a leather jacket, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Without the gown and makeup, she looked younger. More like the woman he remembered.
"You came alone," she observed, stopping a careful distance away.
"You asked me to." Dominic studied her face, searching for any hint of the softness he once knew. "Why a
