Reconciling this strange shadow wolf with Ivy's existence is impossible. This creepy thing can't be her wolf. It just can't be.
But my brain's denial doesn't help anyone in this situation. Especially when the eerily silent creature dives toward me with a clear intent of violence.
Grimoire's voice echoes in my head, piercing through my frozen brain.
Pure instinct throws my body to the side. Something heavy collides with my shoulder, and it feels like my arm's torn from its socket.
A sudden heat explodes around my wrist. The silver bracelet the Grand Sage had given me so long ago ignites with white-hot power. The surge rushes through my veins like liquid lightning.
And, more importantly, the shadow wolf stumbles back a step, its darkness rippling as if struck by an invisible force. Ivy's toxic green eyes widen with what looks like surprise.
My breath catches. What just—
The creature lunges again. Faster.
No time to think.
