Chapter Seven.

The door swung open, almost breaking it out of it's position.

“Grandma,” She gasped, eyes blurring with tears.

“Ivy” Grandma took slow but steady steps towards her before engulfing her in her embrace “Child” She sniffed.

Ivy retreated from the embrace after a moment, forcing out a smile. “It's okay to cry Ivy, you can't be strong everytime,”

“My parents.” Grandma froze. “What are you not telling me about them?” She asked.

“What did you hear?” Her grandmother's fragile voice flew into her ears.

“That's not what I asked?” She yelled making the old woman flinch slightly.

“Ivy, you have to calm down. What happened to you?”

“She's hiding it from you”

“She knows the truth and refused to tell you”

Those were the words that echoed in her ears as she took predatory steps towards her grandmother.

“Your wolf” Grandma breathed out.

“Yes my Wolf. She's out” Ivy smirked, coming closer to the the trembling woman.

“Ivy, it's your wolf talking. This isn't you”

“Well, you're wrong. I'm aware of what I'm doing” She spat.

“Ivy!” Grandma yelled.

The scream seemed to break Ivy out from a haze, her mind cleared instantly, eyes searching for her grandma.

“Grandma”

“Child”

“I'm sorry, I… I” She sniffed as she hugged her grandmother.

“It's alright, it's your wolf and you're not yet able to control her so we would start with that” Ivy nodded.

“My parents?” She asked again.

“Ivy” Grandma pleaded and Ivy looked away, swallowing the lump that was forming on her throat.

“I'm sorry grandma” She breathed out.

Grandma patted her head with a smile. “It's alright dear,”

“You need to name your wolf” Grandma started and Ivy could hear her wolf purr on agreement.

“I don't even know what it looks like,”

“Envision her in your minds eye and she would present herself to you. You would get to see her by the next full moon” Grandma said.

Ivy took a deep breath before she shut her eyes. She wanted a pitch black wolf with glowing red eyes. They were powerful, she had always wanted one since she was young.

She heard a sound from her head, she didn't know if it was agreement or disapproval and then she appeared.

Misty.

That was the first word that came into Ivy's mind. A white wolf, that looked like she had just stepped out of snow, her fur glittered where the moon hit her and her eyes… streaks of blue skies, placed in a ball.

“Beautiful” She breathed out and Misty walked up to her, running her fur against Ivy's legs.

Ivy chuckled before patting her fur “Ivy!” She got pulled out of the maze.

“Misty” She smiled and she heard Misty purr in agreement.

“That's a pretty name,” Grandma smiled.

“She's pretty”

“She sure is”

Ivy spent the next hours with her grandmother, making stew, eating lunch and just gossiping about the pack.

“I've gotta go” Ivy stood up, dusting the imaginary dust off her jeans.

“Ivy.” Grandma called and Ivy turned to her. “Have you considered accepting the rejection?”

“I'm still considering” Ivy sighed before stepping out of the house.

But as she walked towards the field, she got her answer. She was never going to accept the rejection.

Zeke stood tall, bathed in the gold light as he ordered his soldiers around. His muscles packed on up a thin black tee flexed as he moved.

He was currently sparring with another army general and he had threw the man to the sand multiple times.

“You're drooling Luna,” Lucas appeared beside her and she smiled cheekily.

“Who won't when facing this delicacy?” She teased. Lucas made to reply but she silenced him. “I'm sure that's the look you always wear when you stare at Tessa” She added.

“Who said…” He stuttered.

“No one said” She grinned at him before waking away.

“Hey Stoneheart” As usual, her voice carried across the field making the men stop in their tracks.

“Continue” Zeke barked.

“What are you doing here Ivy?” He sighed, running his fingers over his hair. She stopped to stare before snapping out of it.

“Checking on me?” He scoffed and she shrugged. “You've forgot what you did at the kitchen, go and help there, not cause a nuisance, that's what I said” He spat.

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow “I'm the one that was causing a nuisance, she insulted my parents and me too. Your Mate” Ivy yelled. The field stood still, Lucas gaped. The soldiers silently retreated and Zeke's eyes burned into her with a fiery she couldn't ignore.

“You're not my mate” He spat through gritted teeth. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowed as a string of pain shot through his hands, leaving a fiery blue line in its wake.

“You felt that too right?” Ivy looked down at his hands and back to hers which mirrored the exact blue mark.

“I don't care. You…” His words were caught shut by the new wave of pain.

“The new mark says something else” Ivy took a step closer.

“Ivy get out”

“Why? Because you can't stand me witnessing your vulnerability when all you do is care for me” Ivy yelled at him.

“You know nothing about me”

“Then tell me, tell me you don't care about me”

“I don't care about you” He grunted as he doubled over in pain.

“Guess so” She scoffed, walking closer to you.

“You looked quite handsome back in the field” She said, her hands roaming down his body.

“Are you so desperate?”Zeke cursed under his breath.

“Yes I am. You're my mate”

“I'm not…”

“Complete it Zeke. Say it” She taunted, looking into the dark obyss of his eyes.

“Zeke?” She tilted her head, her voice coming out unexpectedly soft.

“Yes?” It caught Zeke off guard.

“Teach me how to fight. I want to learn how to take care of myself and you of course” She said.

“No” He stormed off.

“Stoneheart” She stumped her legs on the floor before running off with him.

“Wait, Stoneheart” She cursed.