Relief washed through Ive at the sight of Ivandri, and without hesitation she moved to settle at her side. The familiar presence eased some of the tension coiled within her chest. Glancing back toward the young wolf she had found, pity softened her blue gaze.

This could not be easy to hear.

To learn that your world had been stolen away. That there was no returning home.

At Ivandri’s explanation of her mutism, Ive let out a soft whimper beneath her breath, ears twitching faintly in frustration.

Damn mutism.

It had always made situations like this more difficult than they needed to be.

Still, hearing Ivan refer to her as her sister brought an immediate warmth to the ghost’s chest. Her expression softened visibly, gratitude flickering across her features. Whatever strange fate had dragged them into this world, Ive was endlessly thankful that it had brought Ivandri into her life.

Then came the mention of cages.

Immediately, Ive’s ears pinned back against her crown.

That... did not sound pleasant in the slightest.

Blue eyes shifted back toward the young wolf with renewed concern.

Where exactly had this child come from?