Ivy's POV
Nyxara?
Who the hell is that? And why is he so sure I was her?
The name sent a shudder through my very bones. It felt foreign yet familiar, like a song I had once known but long forgotten.
The king chuckled, as if he could sense the shift inside me. “Ah… you don’t remember, do you?” He brushed a strand of silver fur from my face, his grip tightening for just a moment. “But your blood does. Your soul does.”
His grin was sharp, victorious.
“And soon, I will make you remember everything.”
I whimpered, desperately willing my wolf to rise, to fight, or at the very least, to shift back into my human form. But my body refused to obey. I was trapped—helpless within my own skin.
He watched me tremble, amusement flickering in his golden eyes. With a slow, mocking tsk, he s
