Lucien POV

I had just finished arguing with two elders when I saw Ivy standing by my office door. Her face was pale, her breathing uneven, and she held something close to her chest. I knew instantly something was wrong.

“Ivy?” I stepped toward her. “What happened?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed my wrist.

“We need to talk,” she said. “Now. Please.”

Her voice shook. She never used that tone unless something serious happened. I followed her inside and shut the ...