Darius's POV
The air was cold and crisp as I stepped out with the warriors. Each breath I took felt heavier than the last, the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders. The clan was relying on me—on us—to secure our borders and maintain the fragile peace. Yet, there was this gnawing feeling deep within me, a whisper of doubt I couldn’t quite shake.
Ivy must have noticed my unease because her soft voice broke through my spiraling thoughts.
“You can do this, Darius. There’s no need to feel pressured. You’ll prove to them that you’re more than worthy, just like I know you are,” she said, her tone soothing yet resolute.
I turned to her, my chest tightening at the sight of her. Her eyes sparkled under the moonlight, filled with unwavering belief in me. She was my anchor, my constan
