Ivy's POV
"Close your eyes." Dad's voice commanded before I could even properly wake up. I found myself seated in his office alongside Uncle Grant, still trying to blink away my morning grogginess. Settling deeper into the chair, I complied with his instruction.
"Now I want you to pull Killian closer to the surface until your eyes shift," he continued, his tone all business.
"The wolfsbane?" I questioned, concerned about the substance that had been keeping my shifts under control.
"Won't interfere. We waited the last two days to clear it from your system," Dad explained from behind his desk. Finally, things made sense. For the past forty-eight hours, I'd been practically imprisoned in my bedroom, fighting against shifting and avoiding all contact with other wolves. That isolation had been my salvation.
