Ivy's POV
I collapsed onto the sofa while my parents stood over me, their expressions a mixture of concern and curiosity. Dad silently mouthed "sorry" to me, but I responded with a middle finger, which made him chuckle.
"Now spill," Mom demanded.
I took a deep breath. "Well, you already know how it started. I woke up in the past, you sent me to Dad's hoping he could help figure things out. Dad revealed everything about our powers, and I began my training."
"She also restarted female warrior training," Dad interjected. This comment earned him a sharp glare from Mom.
"What do you mean 'restarted'?" she questioned, her voice dangerously low.
I watched Dad swallow nervously before rubbing the back of his neck—his classic tell when he was uncomfortable. "I missed you terribly. I thought you might still have connections within the pack."
Mom's expression softened slightly. "Cod, I cut off all contact. It was too painful to maintain those relationships."
