Ivy fell.

There was no ground. No sound. No air.

Then everything slammed back at once.

She stood in a wide hall she somehow knew. The walls were stone. The ceiling was high. Torches burned along the sides. Wolves filled the space, dressed in dark formal clothes. Their eyes were sharp. Their faces were cold.

At the front stood a man.

Tall. Broad. Strong.

Her father.

Damon.

Her chest tightened so hard she could barely breathe.

He looked younger. Alive. Powerful.

“My daughter is now ...