Ivy's POVI’m already a bundle of nerves by the time Spencer walks out of the room, expression grim.“How did it go?” I ask urgently, wringing my hands. “Did he say anything? Do we know where Kinney is?”Spencer nods once.“Where’s Beta Kinney?” I press. “That’s confidential information for now,” Spencer replied calmly, seemingly unfazed by my panicked frenzy. He gestures towards Beta Wilson. “My Beta will find him.”I huff in frustration, but faced with his infuriating calmness, I have no idea how to voice my feelings. This isn’t just about revenge, or finding Beta Kinney–it’s about the very survival of the Obsidian pack, of my father’s legacy. If we can find Beta Kinney, we have at least some chance of saving my former pack from being absorbed. “Don’t worry,” Spencer reassures me as though he’s read my mind. “You’ll be able to see him as soon as we find him.”“Can I come with you on the mission?” I ask, concerned.Spencer blinks, and it takes me a moment to realize I’ve caught him
Ivy's POVThe tunnel underneath the floorboards is darker than anything I’ve ever known. I follow Spencer and Beta Wilson down the stairs, keeping one hand against the wall so I don’t lose track of where I am. The stairs are steep, and the stone they’re made of is crudely carved and rough. We spend maybe fifteen minutes descending in dreary silence, until suddenly Beta Wilson and Spencer stop. I hear the faint noise of something being pried from the wall, then the soft click of a lighter, and suddenly, the world is illuminated in orange torchlight. “Oh!” I gasp, looking around in shock. We’re in a small cave with water-worn walls carved from black stone. The ground is damp, small streams of water running across the rock, and multiple tunnels seem to be branching off this main circular room. Only one of the tunnels has additional unlit torches lining its walls, though. “This way,” Beta Wilson says. Even though his voice is nothing but a hushed whisper, the cave seems to pick up on
Ivy's POVEven though the cave’s dim lighting prevents me from being able to see who it is, I can recognize the voice instantly. Erick.I grit my teeth, glaring into the mouth of the tunnel as the bastard approaches. White hot rage courses through my veins. I’ll never forget the voice of that demon. He’ll be burned into my psyche for the rest of my life. Spencer and Beta Wilson exchange a quick glance, an evident understanding passing between them. He won’t be escaping this cave tonight. They move towards Erick as one. As they move, though, Erick seems to recognize Spencer. His eyes widen in fear. He quickly backs up, then spins around and starts sprinting back out of the tunnel.Coward that he is. I hold my breath, heart racing furiously. I want Erick dead and gone with more passion than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I want to tear him limb from limb, watch the blood spill out. I want him to feel every bit of the pain I’ve felt. “Get him!” I cry out desperately, the sound
Ivy's POV“You mean what I think you mean, right?” As I ask the question, my gaze flips back up to Spencer hesitantly, and for a split-second I’m unsure if I’ve interpreted his words correctly. I look at Erick, curled up in a ball on the ground, and then back up at Spencer. He nods, and I take that as confirmation. Spencer is giving me the authority to deal with Erick as I see fit. I can do anything I want to him. I hadn’t expected Spencer to give me such power. After all, Erick is an Alpha, and killing an Alpha is a much greater crime than merging two packs–even illegally. Technically speaking, I shouldn’t even be near him right now. But Spencer is willing to give me that power anyways.And I have no intention of wasting any of it. My mind flashes with all the possibilities. I can almost feel it now–the smell of Erick’s blood, the rip of his flesh tearing, the way his screams would echo around the tunnels…I’m not normally a violent person. But betrayal has a way of changing y
Ivy's POVOn my own, there’s no way I’d ever be able to kill Erick.But with Spencer’s incredible strength backing me up, anything is possible. As I continue to dig my fingernails into Erick’s skin, small beads of blood welling up, Spencer releases his Lycan Aura. Erick starts to whimper and tremble, too terrified to resist. He’s nothing but a toy in my hands now.I stand up and take a step away from him, looking down. He’s pitiful. I draw my legs back and, with a swift kick, drive my heel into Erick’s side. He yelps in pain, wincing and curling into an even tighter ball. “Do you remember my father, Erick?” I ask, my voice as cold as the lake water in the cave. “Do you remember how you killed him? I think his spirit is watching all of this now.”“No, Ivy, please! I was wrong.” Erick sobs desperately, his useless pleas echoing around the caves. He tries to crawl backward on his knees away from me, but it’s no use. He can’t escape me. “I still love you, Ivy. Forgive me.”His words was
Ivy's POVWhen I wake up the next morning, I find myself curled up on a sofa in Spencer’s room. The sunlight creeps through the windows and reaches my eyelids in thin slivers of gold. I groan, cracking my eyes open and looking around slowly. For a split second, I don’t remember any of what happened the night before.But then it hits me, all at once, and I have no idea how to feel about any of it. Tomorrow is another day, right? I think to myself with a wry smile.Strangely, though, this is the first time it’s ever felt true. I look down at my hands. They’ve been cleaned, but there’s still blood caked under my fingernails. Erick is dead. And I killed him. ‘It’s all over. Start a new life, Ivy.’ Spencer’s words ricochet through my mind, and an indescribable feeling fills my heart. I could start a new life–I have that chance now, and all because of him. It’s not just gratitude. Some words, the moment you hear them, you know you’ll never forget.I find myself glancing towards Spenc
Ivy's POV“It’s you!” Veronica turns to me with a fierce ferocity, face twisted with rage. She looks angrier than I’ve ever seen her–the sort of anger that burns right down to your core. Like she could kill me. Like she could tear me limb from limb. She bares her teeth at me, and there’s something feral and wild in her eyes. “It’s you!” She repeats furiously. “You’re the one who slandered my father and I to His Highness! You’re the reason this is all happening to me!”Veronica lunges towards me, claws out, but before I can even blink in surprise, Beta Wilson has her pinned tight. Her arms are twisted behind her back so tightly that even the slightest movement must be excruciatingly painful, and even still, she thrashes. “Is your whole life a lie?” I ask quietly, looking at Veronica with pity, not anger. Much to my surprise, I don’t think I can be angry at her anymore.She’s too miserable for that. “First you seduced my fiance, and now you’re trying to seduce Prince Spencer?” I co
Ivy's POVAccording to Werewolf Law, Alpha Erick should be judged by the Werewolf Council.Beta Wilson’s words echo through my mind, the reminder he’d given Spencer last night in the cave. And yet, despite that warning, Spencer had allowed me to do as I wished. Of course, I’d chosen to avenge my father and kill Erick. I feel no regret about that decision even now. But still, feeling the impending trouble this is bound to cause for Spencer, I can’t help but feel anxious. As we’re chauffeured back to the castle, I can’t help but feel uncomfortable in the car next to Spencer. There’s this strange tension to him, and if I didn’t know better, I think I’d mistake it for nervousness. He shouldn’t have to go through any of this. I’m the one who killed Erick, after all. Spencer only respected my decision. If the Werewolf Council or the Lycan King seeks retribution, I’m the true culprit. I look over at him, admiring his silhouette in the car window. I want to reach out, to say something. I’m