Ivan
"I've got her," Monica took Penelope from me so I could take my place at the center of the arena. I'd left Nefera inside with Bran and Tay since we were moments away from midnight.
It's been less than two months since we met, but this moment feels like it took years to reach. Electricity sparks from everyone in the pack, and I know they feel the same way. The feeling was a mix of our history and our future. The way we lost Helena, the pain that never healed properly, and the grief of Tony dying. There was an unspoken fear that we'd never recover from the shadow that lingered over the pack. We felt cursed, and now I know that we were.
