Chapter 107: Whistle

Ivy's POV

Alpha Jameson charges at me with his fangs bared and his claws extended.

My adrenaline kicks in, acting for me. I draw in quick, labored breaths as I scan everything in my vicinity. Moving faster than I ever thought I could, I quickly slip into a gap to my right that was created by a fallen stone slab that must’ve been knocked over at some point earlier during the battle. Shards of marble dig into my skin, drawing tiny pinpricks of blood. As my sweat drips into the wounds, they begin to sting even more fiercely.

Inside the crack in the stone, I can feel rough marble edges pressing into me. The gap is just big enough to fit me, but will no doubt be too small for any wolf to get into–let alone Alpha Jameson or any of the other potion-jacked werewolves outside. Still, though, the stone walls are fragile, and no doubt they’ll be able to find their way inside sooner or later.

For now, though, I’m safe.

Even if it’s temporary.

Alone in the darkness, I rock back and forth, trem