C.J.'s P.O.V.
Ivy
Her name is Ivy
My wolf was rolling around on my head, knowing the name of our mate, while my body seemed to be in utter shock, by the way my wolf was acting right now. He seemed like a love sick puppy.
What the hell?
Anxiety was not a feeling I was used to, at least not for as long as I could remember. After Amanda’s death, I had even grown to learn how to shut down all of my emotions. It was what I needed to do, in order to survive the heartbreak over losing my mate. But now, for some odd reason, this girl, this Ivy girl, a girl that I had seen for just a few minutes yesterday, a girl whose name I didn’t even know until a couple of minutes ago, had the ability to take away all of my walls. All the walls that I had built around myself, walls that had taken me years
