Ivy:
I lay beneath my mates, warm and content. Night had fallen long ago; the moon was high, and the stars were bright. But I felt something was wrong… missing, maybe.
“How is Tatum?” I reached out, tapping on the link that connects my father, Cassius, and me. As a shifter, I knew he would try to help ease Tatum’s turmoil.
“His pain is gone, but mentally… I’m worried about him.”
“Me too,” I whispered as if I would wake my mates.
“Most people whose wolf turns feral go mad in the transition. Tatum didn’t. You removed the virus from his soul when you separated them. I think he will be alright, but he will need his pack more than ever. There is something else I wanted to speak with you about. Your mom, dad, and I know you know something and are keeping it from us. Your name appeared on yo
