Chapter 13 THE PACK TRIBUNAL

(IVY’S POV)

When I pushed open the massive oak doors of the manor with my shoulders, the warm air inside hit my face like a slap. I was covered in soot, grime, and dried blood. I held Liam in my arms, and Damon followed me like a shadow. As I walked to the center of the hall, I left muddy and blo...

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