Ivy
Asher’s eyes were wide as he stared back at me, still comprehending and processing. He opened and closed his mouth several times and then frowned.
“I…don’t understand, Ivy. What’s going on?” he demanded.
“You fell in love with the wrong person…” I whispered.
“Why would you say that? I seriously don’t understand.”
“I lied to you. And everyone else…” I said. “Me coming to GrayCrest was not a coincidence. It was properly planned out. I was sent here as a spy to keep an eye on the pack and all of you and report everything back…me getting attacked by the rogues, me wanting to be a warrior, me placing those conditions on you and not wanting you to mark me, it was all carefully planned.” Asher blinked at me, still looking lost.
“What?”
“Yes. My pack’s name was Mystic Warriors. An
