Poisoned Ivy

Chapter 24

"Ivy."

The fog envelops that sinister crimson-eyed bitch, blocking her from my sight. I spin around to find who had called my name. Only ten yards away from me stands a shaggy pale gray wolf with a familiar set of icy blue eyes.

"Wren?"

He nods to me, his bluish snowy locks rustle so majestically with that slight movement, it's mesmerizing. He glides towards me with a powerful gait, making the cloudy fog part for him. He stops at my right side, looking past me to where that bitch was.

"Who is here with you?" He eyes me.

"What are you talking about?" I nervously lie. I get the sense that she doesn't want anyone to know about her.

He circles around my back and eyes me up and down, "This place is a limbo of sorts. Only people with specific skills can find it on their own." He completes his circle and towers directly over me, "Or they are guided here by someone."

"What makes you so sure I just didn't stumble upon this little place in my head?" I defiantly stare up at him. His height might be intimidating, but it's not like he can physically hurt me in a dream.

"You may be special, but you're not that special." He states plainly. I know he didn't mean to hurt me with that, but the truth hurts sometimes. He sighs and he lowers his head to nuzzle me. "C'mon Ivy, I know this isn't your first time here. Just tell me who's been bringing you here."

I run my fingers through his soft silvery mane and take a calming breath. "I don't know her name, but this white wolf with red eyes keeps showing up and talking to me in the back of my head."

I feel Wren's muscles flex underneath his lush fur. "What did she tell you?"

I quickly explain to him the little information about her that she's given me, and how she mostly just undermines my thoughts. He seems to relax a little at the end of it, as if he were relieved about something.

"Wren?" I take my hands off him and he looks at me with big blue puppy-dog eyes, sad that I stopped stroking him. Who knew he had a soft side? But I shake my head and continue with my question, "What is this place?"

"Like I said before, it's a limbo. It's a place that's shared by both the wolf and the human parts of your mind." Wren explains, "People usually wind up here if they're lost or guided here by someone."

"What do you mean by 'guided'?" I ask.

He suddenly raises his snout and looks past me, I turn and see that his azure eyes are locked in a gaze with her scarlet eyes. The fog clears between us and she becomes more visible. I think she revealed herself to him, if that's even possible, since it is my head. Shouldn't I be in control?

Wren lowers his head and snarls at her, "What do you want with Ivy?"

Her black lips curl into a wolfish smirk, "I'm giving her private lessons from lupa to lupa. There's no wrong in that."

"I don't want your 'help'." I curl my fingers to make air quotes around that last word.

"But you certainly need it." She scoffs, "Wouldn't you agree b--"

Wren lunges past me and tackles her, cutting her off from finishing her sentence. They become a giant white blur as the two go at each other with claw and tooth. When the fog settles around them, Wren has her pinned on her back and his fangs are inches from her neck.

"Leave and don't come back." Wren snarls at her.

She lets out a frustrated sigh and rolls her eyes at him. She then begins to fade away into fog beneath Wren. The fog then begins to dissipate, leaving Wren and I standing on a giant glass mirror that stretches for miles in every direction. The glass seems to reflect light to give a glowing white atmosphere, but I'm confused about where the light is coming from.