Ivy’s POV
How?
I hadn’t moved. I was tied down, helpless. So how could I possibly have—
No. No, it wasn’t me. It couldn’t have been.
But the blood was warm, fresh, trickling down my fingertips like a confession I wasn’t ready to hear.
The metallic scent filled my nostrils, thick and overwhelming. My breath came in ragged gasps as I fought the nausea rolling through me. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, drowning out the silence that had settled in the room.
Then, I remembered.
The voice.
The same one I’d heard when I was being kidnapped, a whisper at the edge of my consciousness, lurking in the shadows of my mind. I had dismissed it then, thinking it was nothing but the remnants of an old nightmare. But now?
Could it be?
Was my wolf awakening? Will I finally get t
