Ivy
My fingers trembled slightly as I thought of calling my father and uncle, knowing they would be worried sick. But a call right now would only open the floodgates of emotions I wasn’t ready to face right here.
I’d call them when I was home, where I could breathe, where the walls wouldn’t feel like they were closing in. But every second I lingered in this pack, the past pressed down harder, threatening to pull me under.
A soft knock on the door made me pause. I turned to find Connor standing in the doorway, his gaze filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place.
“You’re leaving,” he stated rather than asked, his voice rough with something akin to regret.
“I need to,” I replied, moving away from the mirror after fixing my hair.
Connor stepped forward, blocking my path. “Ivy, please
