Ivy's POV
I closed my eyes, allowing my mind to drift into a place of calm. The pain receded to the edges of my consciousness. Though I could still feel the doctor working on my wounds, the burning sensation of the wolfsbane coursing through my veins, and hear the movements around me, everything seemed to fade into the background.
Taking deeper breaths, I cleared my senses of the distractions—my father's familiar scent, Reid's presence—and focused solely on the two women before me. The older woman's scent was ancient and powerful, tinged with dark magic that seemed to be sustaining her life force. But the younger wolf was what caught my attention. There was something hauntingly familiar about her.
Killian and Astrid, my inner wolves, helped me sift through the scents. It was Astrid who made the connection first: She smells like Kathrine. Both of them do.
