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Dylan picked her up taking her back to Aunt Freda’s house hoping she would have the answers needed to help Ivy. Dylan kicked the door open calling out to Freda as Ivy writhed in pain her skin discoloured her head throbbed. Whimpering wishing she were dead. Freda hearing the commotion rushed up to them her eyes scanned over ivy and widen in shock. “What happened to her?” Freda, she watches ivy as she thrashes about now on the couch. Freda’s eyes filled with concern. Freda’s cool hand rested on Ivy’s head and paused her green eyes shot up to meet Dylan’s. “Her powers. they are here.”

He was obviously purposely walking slowly because he wanted me to catch up with him and that is something that can never happen in my reality. The words that fall out of my mouth next bring me back to reality…the reality that I am not dreaming. This is real life. “I, Poison Ivy welcomes you to the clan of the abominable dream stand that fulfils the hidden chronicles of the human body which is the only thing allowing the fish to malfunction in the coconut water of the strawberry palm fronds which the seed of the living cockroach which lives in the fourth floor of the rat's apartment shall die in the bathroom of a living specimen." And yes, I said every stupid dumbing word in one breath.

' Ivy's worried voice came through the mind link. 'I know, Ivy! But I will not let him die because of me!' I push Ivy back into my mind and try to focus even harder on extracting that horrible substance from Leon's body. A burning sensation makes me open my eyes. When I look at my hands, I notice that they were covered in a yellow-green liquid. It was the wolfsbane getting out of my friend's system and entering mine. I hissed in pain when the burning became unbearable, but I didn't stop.

Ivy’s stomach turned to stone. The woman tilted her head, and bent to look at the person she had found but looked surprised when she saw the face. That was not who she was looking for. The magic she felt was too powerful, could it really be coming from this little girl. The woman held Ivy up by her hand. Ivy stumbled backward, fingers scraping bark. Her mind screamed at her to run, but her body stayed rooted. “I—I’m not who you think I am,” she stammered.

But it turns out, it was poison. "But...how...who poisoned her?" I asked, my voice quivering from finally finding out the truth. The emotions I was feeling weren't solely mine, I knew that I was feeling Himawari's sadness through her body. It felt like I was about to cry but I held it in. I needed to know more. The shadow guard sighed and looked up at the moon.

I asked as I shifted to her slightly, narrowing my brows. She scoffed. "Mind your business.” “What was that?” I ask again, trailing my gaze to her clutched hand. “It’s none of your—" I lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. Prying her fingers open as she struggled. A tiny glass bottle slipped out of her hands and clinked against the cave floor. I bent and picked it up and gasped. “Poison ivy,” I peered at her. "This is poison ivy.” Morgana blinked, stunned. “That’s impossible. Poison Ivy was destroyed a thousand years ago.”

Alicia looked over to Conan and he tried to free himself from Herold’s grip, but he could not. “Conan and I went hiking years ago, and I found a vine of beautiful flowers. I found out that it is called Wisteria. It is not poisonous to humans, but after mixing it with Deadly Nightshade that I got before going back to Herold’s pack, I could make my poison.” “Why?” Alpha Herold questioned. Alicia looked at him I could see her features darken at this point. “You choose some rogue ragged she-wolf over me and I knew I could not poison her because she never took anything from me. So I started to the poison her brother and his wolf.

It was like it was trying to regain its lost strength for a very long time. The head pack doctor came to the room and discussed something with me. "What's really the reason for her state? Why is she still sleeping?" I asked. "Poison Ivys are very poisonous to humans, your Majesty. For werewolves, it may only give us upset stomachs but for humans, it is already lethal. She had consumed a large amount and in layman's terms, she should've died at that moment. It's a good thing that you are her mate. You shared with her your strength.

There were no flashing lights or neural grids here—only the smell of burning pine, the weight of heavy furs, and the suffocating realization that the monsters were purely human. Ivy stood by the frost-rimed window, looking out at a landscape so white it was blinding. She was draped in a heavy wool cloak, her hands clasped over her stomach. The realization of her pregnancy had become a cold, hard stone in her gut. It wasn't just a child; it was a bargaining chip in a war between two men who viewed the world as a game of conquest.

“Mine to hers.” Then she pressed both hands to Ivy’s wound and began to chant. The room went still except for the sound of her voice, low, rhythmic, ancient. A violet light began to pulse under her palms, then spread through Ivy’s veins like living fire. Ivy gasped, her back arching off the ground. I caught her shoulders, holding her steady, even as her magic flared. Sparks crackled under my hands, burning, but I didn’t let go. The bond screamed between us, pain, terror, love, everything at once.