Ivy's POV
I jerked awake, my grandmother's prophetic words still echoing in my mind: "The first werewolf and witch created the same night. The fates intertwined our lines, and both goddess blessing run through our veins."
The dream felt unnervingly real, more like a memory than a figment of my imagination. Disoriented, I rolled over to find the other side of the bed empty. Grabbing my phone, I checked the time – seven in the morning, which meant I'd slept for over twenty-four hours straight.
Standing up, I stretched my stiff muscles and headed to the bathroom for a much-needed shower. When I returned to my bedroom, I noticed something different. All my clothes were clean and neatly arranged in the closet, and the air smelled peculiarly neutral – the lingering scent of descenting spray had eliminated all other odors, creating an artificial vacuum of smells.
