Freya’s P.O.V

For a second, I wanted to settle with the fact that there was a high chance Ivy was having a nightmare because she was still finding it difficult to settle in this place.

But, when she mentioned the color of Bellona’s fur—red—I knew that she wasn’t having a nightmare.

She had spoken the truth because as far as I could remember, I had always admired the sisters fur and most importantly, Bellona’s own. For someone who hardly shifted in the open except under the moonlight, it meant that Ivy knew what she was saying.

Fire surged at the pit of my stomach, my fingers curling into fists and...