Ivy frowned as she walked past them.

She did not stop. She did not speak. Her eyes moved past Cassien, past Damien, past the broken walls and the blood on the floor.

She went straight to her children.

They were sitting close together, backs against the wall. Their small bodies shook. Their wolves were already healing them. Ivy could see it clearly now. The soft pull of power under their skin. The way their breathing slowly steadied.

Her chest tightened so hard it hurt.

She dropped to her ...