Chapter 122

Ivy’s POV

I clung to the cold iron bars of my cell, squeezing my eyes shut. I could hear the distant echoes of battle—the clash of steel, bursts of magic. Lucius would strike soon, and when he did, our pack would crumble. Yet I couldn’t stop the triumphant smile that spread across my face.

Finally, someone hated Draven as much as I did. Lucius despised him utterly, driven to conquer Draven’s pack and make his life a living hell. I imagined Draven’s ruin at the war’s end and felt a rush of dark delight.

Footsteps pounded closer. The heavy dungeon door jerked open. I opened my eyes and saw him—my lover—rushing in. He moved like a shadow, coming to my side. “The war has begun. Lucius’s army is attacking. We must slip away amid the chaos. Draven won’t notice our escape until it’s too late.”