Ivy's POV   I could feel my heart beat drumming in my ears as I made my way downstairs with Chris by my side.    The men who were supposed to bring the body I had to identify were here. There were four buffed up looking guys standing around the body covered in white from head to toe and they all bowed their heads respectfully in greeted as soon as they saw Chris and I.    Suddenly, an image of my father in the ambulance flashed in front of my mind's eye and I whimpered involuntarily. Instantly, Chris was wrapping his fingers around mine and squeezing. "It's alright, love. I'm right here for you no matter what happens."   I nodded slowly. Chris somehow always knew the perfect thing to say. He knew I didn't need empty consolations of everything would be alright, or I'll be fine. He simply told me he'd always be here to support me. And somehow, that was just enough. &nbs

  Ivy's POV   Chris had been busy with his meetings all day long, and so had the rest of his council members, which left us girls alone. Misha, Luna Sheryl, Luna Kaitlyn and Luna Seline had all joined me and my small party of friends. We had spent the day lounging about in the pool, simply having fun.    While Misha and Luna Sheryl seemed to blend in with our small group almost effortlessly, chatting away happily with Harper and Gia about make up and dresses, the same couldn't be said for the other two. Luna Kaitlyn was much too shy to speak much and Luna Seline, well, she was a completely different story altogether. At the dinner last night, she had seemed at least a little bit friendly, if not downright hostile. Today, though, with the veil of forced politeness gone, she had been anything but friendly, choosing to lounge on one of the chair than bother speaking with anyone.    I briefly wondered

  Ivy's POV   I watched with clenched hands as Chris extricated the blonde barbie's hands off of his arms. I couldn't hear what they were talking about given the distance between us and the murmurs of other conversations around me. I tried to ignore them and focus on the people around me but my eyes kept straying towards them. When the woman suddenly threw her head back, cackled like a hyena, and placed her arm on Chris' biceps again, I felt a zing of jealousy course through me. Before I knew what I was doing, I had excused myself from the group I had been chatting with and was already making my way towards Chris.   "Oh, hello, love," Chris greeted me with a small smile when I reached them, noticing with some satisfaction that the blonde barbie removed her hand instantly at my arrival. Good.   I gave Chris a sugary sweet smile of my own in reply. "Hello, love."   "So this is my lovely ma

  Ivy's POV   The Ball last night had been a pleasant enough affair. Save from the lone incidence about what had happened with Luna Seline, everyone had been pleasant enough to me.    The next two days and nights had gone by in a similar fashion, with little to no incidence and tonight was the last night of the Imperial Ball. I was happy that everything had gone as smoothly as it had. Sure, there had been a lot of people who had been curious about me and some had probably even been against my mere existence judging by the way they stared at me, but no one had said anything rude to me directly. I had a feeling a lot of it had to do with the fact that I was the Luna of a pack. I respected Chris for his foresight on this. Had he not made me the Luna so early, things would've been a lot different.    "Watcha thinking about?" Chris asked. It was early morning and Chris had been getting ready to go for t

  Ivy's POV   I made my way to my room as soon as possible. I hadn't wanted to leave Harper alone in a time such as this but checking that journal seemed important now given what I had witnessed. After noticing the way Fred's body had reacted to the venom, my mind had instantly flashed to the journal my father had left for me. I remembered reading something similar in it. I hadn't really read all of it then. And later, I hadn't bothered reading the rest of it, thinking it was his research on some topic or another which wasn't really something important to me. But now I was realising that maybe he had been trying to find a cure to the venom. That was what he had been studying- the response of a person to the venom.    Upon reaching our room, I dragged the carton out from under our bed and grabbed the journal. Quickly, I flipped through the pages, my eyes skimming over the words. Most of it was filled with hourly response of