IVY'S POV
The morning light crept through the thin curtains like a quiet whisper. I sat up slowly, my muscles sore from another night of restless sleep. Kiernan hadn’t said much since the meeting with the Alpha. He stayed close though—always nearby, always watching. It was strange having someone care, even a little. I wasn’t used to it.
The events of the last few days swirled in my mind like a storm. Selena poisoned. A forged letter. A trap meant for me. The pack still watched me like I was dangerous, like I might snap any second. But now they whispered behind their hands instead of shouting in my face. That was progress, I guessed.
I sat by the window with a piece of bread in my hands, chewing slowly. I wasn’t hungry. Food tasted like ash when you didn’t know who wanted you dead.
Kier
