The next morning, I followed Damon’s orders and had the maids deliver Moonlight to Ivy’s room.Her door had been left slightly ajar.As I passed, I saw her turning in front of the mirror in the gown, which hung awkwardly from her smaller frame.She held a pair of scissors in one hand. Before my eyes, she cut away the most intricate section of moonstone-studded lace from the skirt.“Damon said I could alter it however I liked,” she murmured to the maid beside her. “But it was Serena’s gown first. You don’t think she’ll be angry, do you?”The maid glanced nervously toward me and said nothing.I kept walking and headed for the kitchen.Damon had been badly wounded by a silver blade during the battle that secured his position as Alpha. The injury flared whenever winter set in, sending pain through his body and driving his wolf into a frenzy.For seven years, I had brewed the same moonroot draught to dull the pain and soothe his wolf.I stood over the stove, watching the dark liquid simmer
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