The pack

Ivy P.O.V.

“Why would she run to the Council? They are not as misogynistic as they were before?! She would not not get anything other than a ‘that’s a pack matter’ from them.” Isa says, a frown on her face. “And why on earth would she even try that bullshit at breakfast? Everyone knows the pack already loves Ivy to death. She is a real sweetheart, and hearing about her interaction with the guards only added to the love for her.” I blush at her praise.

Isaiah mindlinked his parents to meet us and the other ranked wolves in his office after the breakfast incident.

“Well, if she does run to them, we have to have it under control before they decide to interfere.” I nod, looking at the others, but both his parents shake their heads.

“There should be no need, son. Ivy is your mate.” Elijah states, but Isaiah just sighs.

“Yes, and she is a hybrid. We never did get the law pertaining to hybrids altered, and we need their approval officially to allow me to have her as my mate.” Isabella