To Lucas’s right stood Ivy.

The sight of her hit Desiree like a blow to the chest, suddenly, and stealing the air from her lungs. For a moment, everything else faded. The priestess, the flickering torches, the scared murmurs of the gathered pack members, all of it blurred into the background as her mind latched onto that single detail.

Ivy.

Her eyes, once sharp and full of defiance, now looked hollow, distant, as though something inside her had been hollowed out and discarded. She stood ...