Ivy's POV
I kicked. I thrashed. I screamed.
Nothing worked.
The man who carried me was an immovable force. His grip was like steel, his strength effortless.
I tried to wriggle free from his shoulder as I dangled, hitting his back with as much force as I could muster. But there was no reaction from him. He carried me effortlessly, his grip unyielding, and let out a victorious growl as if he had just claimed his prize.
I pleaded within myself for something—anything—to help me escape. A transformation, a sudden surge of strength… but fate was not on my side today.
It has never been.
From how he held me, I could see that we had already left the forest and reached the clearing of the pack. He strode forward, taking an unfamiliar path and stepping into a long, dimly lit corridor. The
