Ivy and I moved through the shadows, staying close to the walls of the hideout. The dim light inside barely helped us see, but Ivy’s senses were sharp, her wolf guiding her every step. For me, it was more about trusting the energy in the air. The building felt cold and oppressive as if something terrible had happened there. It wasn’t just the bloodstains smeared on the walls or the empty rooms we passed, though that didn’t help. No, it was the feeling of being watched.
I could sense it, and I knew Ivy could too.
We reached a door at the end of the hallway. Ivy put her ear against it, listening for any movement on the other side. After a moment, she glanced at me, and I gave her a small nod. We weren’t here to be cautious anymore. We were here to get answers. And if that meant kicking th
