Ivy's POV
"It was just magic, not my true feelings," Dad explained, trying to reassure Mom.
"What exactly happened? What necklace? And who is this she-wolf everyone keeps mentioning?" Mom fired questions rapidly, her voice rising with each one. I couldn't help but smile at her reaction.
"Grace... are you actually jealous?" Dad's lips quirked into a teasing smirk. Mom responded by swatting his arm before turning her attention back to me, waiting for answers.
"After I noticed something wasn't right, I worked on getting my power under control. Great-grandma was instrumental in helping me—"
"Wait, the dead woman?" Mom interrupted, her face a picture of confusion. "I mean, I've adjusted to Keir and his supernatural abilities, but people returning from the grave seems beyond the realm of possibility, doesn't it?"
Dad and I shared a laugh at her bewilderment. "Think of it more as her spirit," I clarified. "Her spirit guided me through the process."
