Ivy's POV
I stumbled backward from the impact of my father's words. Shaking my head slowly, I pleaded, "I don't want to go back yet." Reaching desperately for his hand, I found only his crossed arms resisting my touch. "Daddy, I'm not ready."
I watched his face carefully as he closed his eyes, my words clearly causing him pain. After collecting himself, he explained, "If it was up to me, pup, I wouldn't make you go back. But your mother has been messaging these past few days. She says she needs you home urgently. Something's happening, and I need eyes there." He pulled me into an embrace, my shivering body finding temporary comfort against his chest. "You are a strong, amazing alpha. You're going to make such a powerful luna, Ivy."
"I'm weak," I whispered against his shirt.
