Ivy's POV

“Today… is the ritual of my parents,” he said, his voice low, almost hoarse. “The ones your Rune family killed… You must attend.”

Lucien’s words struck through my chest like sharp blades, echoing in my ears, burning across my skin.

Every year, rituals are held for fallen wolf packs. And today, in the Blood Moon Pack, one was being done—tragically, for Lucien’s late parents. Rumors had never stopped circling, whispers that it was my family who bore the ...