SONG OF THE CHAPTER: HOW DOES IT FEEL BY D'ANGELO.

IVARA'S POV:

The morning light breaks over Draven territory with a muted, smoky glow. The air still carries the scent of ashes from the last battle. Every shadow looks like something waiting to strike. Every breeze sounds like footsteps at the border. The pack is restless and wounded, and so am I.

But if I want them to follow me, I cannot afford to show weakness.

So I stand at the gates of the compound before sunrise. My boots are ...