Chapter 45
Ivy's POV
The man’s gaze flicked to me. For a second, his nostrils flared, not in disgust, more like curiosity. He nodded once. “Jason. Welcome to the Blackthorn Pack,” he said, quietly.
“Right,” I replied, offering a weak smile.
Jason didn’t react. He just turned to Damian. “The others are waiting.”
“Tell them they’ll wait longer,” Damian said. “She needs rest first.”
Jason hesitated but didn’t argue. He moved back into the house.
Damian gestured toward the door. “Inside.”
The interior was nothing like I expected. Warm light, the smell of wood smoke and spices, floors polished but worn enough to feel lived in. A fire crackled in the massive stone hearth at the center of the open room.
The walls were paneled with dark wood, with the ceilings high enough to make anyone
