IVY’S POVThe idea was stupid. Reckless. Completely irresponsible.Which, of course, made it perfect.“Okay, so what do we do? How do we leave undetected?” I asked her inside my head.I felt her smirk ghost across my lips, sly and wicked, like a secret slipping through the dark.“First things first,” she said, her voice curling with amusement. “We need to change that outfit. Right now, you look like an escaped patient from a Victorian asylum…all oversized gown and tragic backstory.”I barely resisted the urge to punch the air in frustration. ‘If you’re going to insult me, I think we better abort this mission, I snapped, folding my arms and flopping back onto the bed dramatically.’“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, princess.” She snickered and I hissed. Loudly."Alright, Ivy, fine…I apologize for my unruly behavior. But can you really blame me?" her voice crackled with restless energy, like a storm barely contained."I’ve been trapped inside you for what feels like an eternity. I want to live. T
Ivy’s POVThe next few days were… bizarre, if you ask me.Not in the typical there’s-a-wolf-inside-me-and-my-emotions-trigger-furniture-destruction kind of bizarre…though that was happening too…but in a slow, domestic, everything-is-normal-but-not-really kind of way.The maid recovered. She’d been sedated and a bit shaky when she finally spoke, but her story? Let’s just say it took some serious willpower not to let Nyxara claw her face off.Apparently, she met the man at the subway. Said he promised her great sex if she helped sedate me. Claimed it was just so her screams wouldn’t alert anyone and get her fired…which, okay, I almost pitied her… until she admitted she had no idea he planned something dangerous.No idea? Girl, you slipped something in my tea based on promises of orgasms?Even Nyxara was stunned into silence.My father and Uncle Marcus didn’t say a word the entire time she spoke. But from the hard lines on their faces, the flared nostrils, the way their fists clenched at
Ivy’s POVEven before Daniel could block my path again, I was gone.It felt as though my feet barely touched the stairs. I was nothing but a streak of movement, wind biting at my face, shadows blurring past. The pounding of Daniel’s feet followed closely behind, his voice a low, urgent plea: “Ivy, wait—don’t let your wolf take over—restrain her!”But his words were static. White noise. Distant. I couldn’t hear anything over the hammering in my chest and the ringing in my ears.I rounded the corner to the living room—Rosa.She was there, frozen mid-scream, a basket of fresh fruits and vegetables spilled at her feet like an offering to chaos. A maid scrambled on her knees, frantically picking apples, squash, and tomatoes off the polished floors.The moment Rosa saw me, her voice broke into an emotional cry, and she rushed across the room, bypassing the mess entirely.“¡Ay, Dios mío, mi niña! Gracias a Dios, estás bien!” (Oh my God, my child! Thank God you're okay!) she sobbed, throwing
Ivy’s POVI snapped towards the figure looming over me, baring my fangs before I could think. The person flinched, then held both hands up, retreating with a cocky grin.“Woah, tigress. Easy now. It’s me,” he said. “Daniel.”Daniel?That smug, irritating guy who teased me constantly. The one I didn’t remember knowing but always had something sly to say. My eyes narrowed, watching his every breath. But my wolf... she responded differently.“You look… majestic. Glorious,” he whispered, almost reverently.Nyxara purred under his gaze.I swear to the Moon, she tilted her head and posed. She actually posed.“Okay, now try changing back,” Daniel said, his tone dipping into something serious. “It’s important you do that now. We can’t risk anyone else seeing you like this.”I tilted my neck, uncertain. How? How do I change back?My tail twitched. I looked down at my paws and then back at him, feeling the first trickle of panic rise in my chest.“Hey,” he said gently, kneeling. “It’s okay. Foc
Ivy’s POVI turned.No one.Just the empty hallway.So I just shook it off. Probably a servant.Back to the screen. Minutes passed. Then—Another sound. A softer rustling.From the kitchen hallway. As though someone was tiptoeing towards me.My heart picked up, but I forced a breath.No need to panic. It’s probably just a servant, trying to stay quiet so they don’t disturb me.I took another bite, washing it down with cocoa.And then the dizziness began.Slow.Heavy.My limbs started to sag.I stood, intending to head back to bed—But my legs wouldn’t obey. Too heavy. Too slow.So I curled back into the couch, eyes drooping.The tray sat untouched now. And then—Two shadows walked in and were standing in front of me.One leaned in.A voice—whisper-soft, male—breathed against my face.“Is she out now?”I wanted to move. To at least fight back.But my body wouldn’t obey.Footsteps circled me—light, efficient. I felt something cold against my wrist.Metal. A snap. A click.Handcuff
Ivy’s POVThe forest was alive.But not with birdsong. Not with rustling leaves or moonlight.No—this forest breathed shadows.Thick. Suffocating. Alive.They slithered behind me, circling like wolves in the dark, whispering my name in voices I didn’t recognize. Every time I turned to look, they vanished—slipping behind the trees like smoke.I ran.Barefoot. Branches slicing across my skin, my lungs burning. The ground was wet and uneven, pulling at my feet, like it didn’t want to let me go.Pain bloomed in my neck—sharp and electric. I stumbled with a cry I couldn’t hear.Then it vanished.But before I could catch my breath, another pain—hotter, crueler—shot through my ribs, knocking me down. My cheek slammed against the cold earth.I tried to get up.I couldn’t.The shadows closed in.Invisible hands gripped my arms, my throat, dragging me backward into the brush as I screamed—silently. My voice wouldn’t come.That’s when I saw her.Me.Standing in the clearing ahead.Same face. Sam