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Eleven (Ivy's POV)

ผู้เขียน: Tyna Morrin
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-08-23 06:01:43

The sun had already dragged itself halfway down the sky by the time I finally forced myself out of bed. My head vibrated with a heavy ache, the kind that clings after a night of dreams you don’t want to remember.

I didn’t dare think too much about them, about the silver eyes that baked me with heat, the other voice, dark and whispering my name like a secret promise.

I forced myself up, clutching the sketchpad I had forgotten on the table. The pencil lines on the page made me stop, not Damon. Anyway, just a pair of eyes, dark and stormy with faint glow, and another pair beside them, silver, sharp as blades. My hand shook. I slammed it shut before I looked longer.

“Get ready.” I muttered to myself, shoving it under my pillow. “ Pretend everything is normal.”

But nothing was normal. My wolf had not stopped pacing since the Moon Ceremony, a low, restless hum under my skin, like she was waiting for someone.

I dressed quietly, tugging on a loose sweater and pulling my hair into a messy
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