“Oh, Goddess,” the woman whispered. “Miss?”
Ivy stirred slowly, blinking groggily as if waking from a fevered dream.
“Do you need a doctor? I can call someone—”
“No,” Ivy rasped, struggling to sit up. “No, I’m fine.”
She wasn’t.
She gathered her composure and forced her body upright, every muscle protesting. She didn’t know what had happened to her last night. But she knew it had been real. Her wolf still trembled inside her, confused and needing something—or someone.
She left the room quietly and hailed a cab.
In the back seat, she found her phone tucked in her handbag. Several missed messages blinked on the screen—but none from Ethan.
Not even one.
Instead, her eyes fell on a string of messages from a name she hadn’t expected to see again so soon.
Alpha Vincent.
[I saw you last night at the alpha gathering, but you disappeared. I’m sure of it. Where did you go?]
[I tried to find you but I started feeling sick… damn it. It was strange.]
[Are you alright?]
[If you don’t answer, I’ll send my elite wolves to find you.]
[Also, I can’t wait weeks to get you out of Ethan’s Pack. I’ll give you a few days. After that… I’m coming to get you.]
Ivy's POV