Ivy's POV
Dad guided me back to the house, ushering me into his office before anyone could spot us. An omega server appeared with plates piled high with bloody steaks. My stomach twisted at the sight, caught between craving and revulsion.
"Dad?" I stared at the meat, uncertain if my body wanted it or was rejecting it.
"You need protein—lots of it. Your wolf is desperate to shift now that we've dealt with the power transfer. But there are priorities besides shifting, and this will help keep Killian contained." He pushed the plate closer. "Try it. I know it doesn't look appetizing right now, but trust me, you'll enjoy it."
I reached for silverware, but my fingers betrayed me, transforming into claws before I could grasp them. Instinct took over. I seized the meat with my clawed hands and tore into it savagely, blood running down my chin as I devoured the rare steak. Inside my mind, Killian retreated deeper into my mental forest, while Astrid settled nearby.
