Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, you’ve been distant lately. What’s going on?" Damien’s voice echoed in my memory as I sat across from Victor in the quiet corner of an old, secluded café.
I knew Damien was watching over the pack, but tonight I was alone with Victor—a decision that had begun to weigh on my conscience.
I took a long sip of lukewarm tea before replying, my voice softer than I intended. "I’m trying to figure things out, Damien isn’t the only one with secrets."
I paused, glancing at Victor, whose steady eyes encouraged me to continue. "There’s so much about my past—about my family’s legacy—that I need to understand."
Victor leaned forward, his tone both earnest and reassuring. "Ivy, I know what it’s like to be overlooked, to have your worth questioned.
I promise you, here, you will fina
