Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, run!" Damien’s urgent shout pierced the cold night air as I bolted down the narrow lane. The sound of snarling and frantic footsteps echoed behind me, and I knew I was caught in an ambush.
I didn’t dare look back at first, my heart pounding in my ears. My mind raced, desperate for an escape route. But then a flash of movement caught my eye—a group of rogue wolves, their eyes burning with malice, emerging from the shadows. They were clearly not ordinary pack members; their teeth glistened and their growls resonated with controlled savagery. I realized with a jolt that these wolves were working for Victor.
As I ducked into an alleyway, my breath coming in ragged gasps, I could hear the vicious barks and the clash of claws on concrete. I fumbled for my phone, thinking of ca
