Ivy
The weather was cold and dreary as fog settled on the window, blurring the view as Asher drove us to the BlueHounds pack. This was the first stop on our week-long journey to visit the packs subsidiary to GrayCrest as the newly wedded Alpha and Luna. Cora had described it as a simple meet and greet, a chance to distribute gifts, discuss business, and head back.
Three hours into the drive, silence hung heavily between us. Asher’s face was a blank mask, and he hardly felt like the man who went down on his knees that night. But since I saw the guilt in his eyes last night when I caught him with Catalina and his very poor attempt at explanation, I knew somewhere inside he still loved and cared for me. This silence was his way of punishing me.
As for me, for the first time in all these m
