Ivy's POV
"Killian?" I called out in my mind.
"I'm trying to rein it in, but she pushed me too far," came Killian's low voice inside my head. I watched her shake herself, struggling with her rage. Astrid approached cautiously, pressing herself against Killian's side in a calming gesture. The sight of one of my wolves soothing the other brought me a moment of peace, and when Killian finally nodded her agreement to stand down, I blinked to find myself back in human form.
I rubbed my arms as the chill hit my skin. Grant ran fingers through his disheveled hair, looking exhausted. "Please hold off on shifting until your father's situation is resolved. I don't think I could keep Killian under control if she decided to go after Kathrine again." He shook himself, turning toward the stairs.
Kathrine's screams still echoed down from above, but I hesitated. "What about the tools we came for?"
