Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, wake up—please, wake up!"
The desperate whisper of a voice echoed in my ears as I plunged deeper into a nightmare.
I was in the midst of a vivid dream, a battleground of chaos where wolves fought each other with savage fury. In the dream, there was no peace—only the sound of howling, ripping, and clashing.?
D I saw my kin, my own pack, tearing themselves apart in a brutal melee, their eyes wild with betrayal and grief. The air was thick with the scent of blood and fear.
Amidst the madness, a mysterious voice cut through the din, resonating like a command from the abyss: "Choose a side, Ivy… choose before it’s too late."
The words pierced my soul, leaving me trembling and overwhelmed, caught between loyalty and the desperate need for survival.
I struggled to focus a
