Ivy’s pov.

“So, little wolf, curious, aren’t we?”

“How- how did you find this place? How did you know I’d be here?” I demanded, forcing my voice to stay steady despite the fear curling in my stomach.

He tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, a little birdie told me. Information travels fast when one knows how to listen.”

My chest tightened. “Does Alpha Lucien know you’re here?” I asked, testing him, though deep down I already suspected the answer.

Vincent ...