Ivy's POVAs Spencer glares furiously at Delilah, I can feel the angry tension crackling in the air. The hairs on my arms stand on edge. Delilah looks meek and hurt, and I know Spencer’s never one to relent. So in a quick attempt to lighten the mood, I flash a smile and place my hand gently on Spencer’s wrist. “Delilah is just trying to help,” I assure him, trying to ignore the twinge of disappointment at his immediate dismissal of the idea. I mean, it does sound scary initially, but Delilah has a point about manufactured danger. If all I need is an adrenaline kick, I wouldn’t even have to actually risk death. Lots of things could get me into that fight or flight mode–more training, perhaps, or skydiving, or bungee jumping…It’s hard to think of options off the top of my head, but that doesn’t mean the whole concept is fraught. We could’ve come up with some good plans. Spencer could have at least asked me what I thought. There’s no denying now that he’s been off lately. Somethin
Ivy's POVAs everyone else heads straight to the restaurant, I head to the hospital alone to pick my Jason. My mind is still reeling from everything that happened–Sylvia’s mention of my powers, Delilah’s suggestion to test them, and Spencer’s immediate shutdown. It’s a lot to take in, all at once. Do I really have powers?It seems impossible to believe, but the evidence is right there. I sigh, walking quickly along the narrow path away from the palace. I know the route to the hospital well–it’s a regular part of my routine, between all my visits with Delilah and Jason. And I’ve spent a fair bit of time there, too, of course. I take my usual shortcut, weaving between a patch of shrubs and stepping into a cluttered, narrow alley that heads straight for the hospital. As always, the air feels uncannily still, and the cramped walls on either side make me feel strangely claustrophobic. But I’ve walked this route loads of times before, and nothing has ever happened. As I continue my
Ivy's POVThe werewolf that had attacked me collapses onto the road with a thud. He lets out a weak whimper, blood pooling from the wound just below his jaw, before the light fades from his eyes and his expression becomes glassy. My breathing becomes shallow. I’ve seen so much death now, but even still, it rattles it. As I slowly recover from the panic of being attacked, I suddenly realize I have something new to worry about–or rather, someone. I clamor to my feet quickly, taking a few steps back as I stare in shock at the young man in front of me. His hair is long and black, tied back loosely. He’s tall and lean and dressed in an all-black tracksuit that would look strange and pretentious on anyone else, but somehow it makes him look casual, yet sharp. His pale blue eyes glint with mirth. I can see the evidence of his brief battle on him–the tracksuit has a couple torn patches, and there’s a shallow claw wound along his forearm. His handsome face is smudged with a few droplets of
Ivy's POVColin? The mysterious stranger is Prince Colin? I look up at the man in shock. Now that I know who he is, I can see a clear resemblance between Spencer and Colin–something in the corners of their eyes, in the slopes of their noses, in their chiseled, pronounced cheekbones. But where Spencer is broad and muscular, a walking testament to pure physical strength, Prince Colin is lean and angular. There seems to be something almost slippery about him–a wiry, cunning air. I wince as Spencer delivers the fourth punch. On the ground, Prince Colin groans in pain. For as long as I’ve been hearing about the Lycan Royal Family, I’ve known that Spencer has a younger brother at the werewolf military academy. But out of all the ways I could have met him, I never thought I’d meet him like this. And Spencer and Colin don’t exactly seem to get along. As Prince Colin spits a mouthful of blood onto the ground, Spencer prepares for a fifth punch, but quickly decides against it. Instead, he
Ivy's POVAt Princess Sylvia’s question, Jason glances up at me nervously, clearly in search of reassurance. I suppress a smile at his endearing anxiety and give him an encouraging look and a thumbs-up. He looks less apprehensive meeting new people now, at least. That’s a good sign. It’ll be hard to undo some of the damage the warriors have done, but Jason seems strong. I’m sure he’ll be able to bounce back well. Jason nods up at Sylvia nervously, gaze shifting back and forth. I wouldn’t usually think of Sylvia as the warmest person, but to my pleasant surprise, she offers Jason a warm smile. “Well, nice to meet you, Jason. My name is Sylvia.”She extends her hand towards him, an open invitation to shake, but Jason just stares at her palm uncertainly. Sylvia brushes past it easily, grin widening. “I’m Spencer’s sister,” she continues. “So, if you’d like, you can call me your aunt.” “Aunt Sylvia,” Jason whispers, as though getting a feel for the shape of the woods. Everyone at
Ivy's POVThe next day, as I spar with Sylvia out on the training field, I can hardly focus. I’m still haunted by what happened with the werewolf assassin. As I dodge and swerve around Sylvia’s attempted strikes, I can still see the assassin’s figure superimposed over hers, haunting me. I cna’t stop replaying our fight in my mind. As she steps, he steps. As she dodges, he dodges. As she swings, he swings. I can feel my heart rate going up, panic settling into my chest. Once again, I was ambushed. Once again, I almost died. Once again, the only reason I’m alive is because someone else was able to rescue me. It’s different this time, too, because I’m in training. I’ve been learning how to fight. I’m supposed to have gotten better. But in the end, it didn’t matter. He could’ve killed me all the same. And what about the man who rescued me? I aim a halfhearted strike towards Sylvia, but she dodges easily. I can’t stop thinking about the animosity between Spencer and Prince Colin. I’
Ivy's POV“When Colin was younger, he absolutely idolized Spencer.” Sylvia draws in a deep breath as she starts to explain her immediate family’s history, expression tinged with regret and a bit of nostalgia as she remembers time past. “He’d follow him around constantly,” Sylvia adds with a light laugh. “But Spencer–well, you know how he can be. All cold, and detached, and distant, and… I mean, I don’t need to mince words. You know him. He can be an asshole.” “He really can be,” I agree, thinking back to how things have been over the past couple days. Sylvia’s smile wavers. “You’ve heard about how my parents have seen Spencer, right? They’ve always treated him like… well, not a monster, exactly. But different from everyone else. I don’t know if Spencer was already emotionless, but if he wasn’t to begin with, he definitely ended up that way thanks to their treatment. And after he showed early signs of being a skilled fighter, it was over for him.” I listen to Sylvia’s words in st
Ivy's POVI’m surprised and a little nervous at Prince Colin’s unexpected arrival, but Sylvia and Everly don’t seem to react at all. Sylvia rushes towards him with a wide smile. “Colin!” She exclaims happily, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug. “Moon Goddess, it’s been too long. What are you doing here?” As I watch the two siblings embrace, I realize that I’ve never seen Spencer and Sylvia act particularly affectionate before one another. They seem more like acquaintances or work colleagues than relatives. I’d assumed before that royal siblings weren’t particularly close, but I guess the problem has just been Spencer. I also feel a slight tinge of worry. If Sylvia truly believes that Colin wants to challenge Spencer for the throne–a fight that would no doubt be to the death, or to something even worse–where do her alliances lie? Which brother would she stay true to? Sylvia seems genuinely close to me. I’d like to think we’re friends. But she doesn’t seem