As Ivy followed beside me, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of discomfort. I had spent so many years on the sidelines, keeping to myself, and now Lydia had thrust this responsibility into my hands—a wolf, of all things. I hated wolves as much as the other witches, but my hatred for them grew deeper. I had seen how much destruction they caused the shifters, and I pledged never to help a wolf again.
However, I felt something different with Ivy, and my curiosity got the best of me, which is why I agreed to this task.
The other members of the coven would definitely not like her presence here, but Lydia’s word was law, and if she had made this decision, there was nothing they could do about it.
I glanced at Ivy, catching her watching me out of the corner of her eye. She was young, but somet
