Both Lyra and Meala showed a flicker of surprise on their faces. For generations, the name Ivyshade had been shrouded in ominous rumors, dangerous witches living in seclusion, werewolves who toyed with poisons and life itself. Whenever disease broke out, crops failed, or disasters struck any nearby region, the ancient curse called Ivyshade was instantly blamed. They were hated, feared, and without question, no one ever wanted anything to do with them.
And yet now… an Alpha had come here in person, leading his pack, asking for help?
In all her decades of life, Meala had never heard of anything so strange.
Lyra tilted her head slightly, a glimmer of amused curiosity lighting up her gray-blue eyes.
“Are you sure he’s truly the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack? To make such a bold move… he’s e
