Ivy
I can't believe it. I'm off to solve the mystery of my own death. How does this work!?
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ryder asks me as we prepare to follow Alexei to his old pack house.
"Yes, I'm sure. What else do you suggest we do? Aren't you curious to know more about this Esther business?" I raise an eyebrow.
"I am," Ryder admits. "But I am not buying all that bullshit about you dying. How can you be a dead girl?"
"That's what we are about to find out," I say. I can hardly contain my excitement.
Ryder sighs and shakes his head, clearly still struggling to grasp the situation. "Alright, Ivy. I will support you on this, but please promise me that you won't make any rash decisions without me. We don't know what we're getting into, and I can't bear the thought of losing you
