Ivy’s POV
"Damien, you never told me everything," I said, my voice trembling as I clutched the medallion tightly.
The small, glowing artifact pulsed in my hand, its light steady yet insistent, as if urging me to speak. We stood in the dim light of the safehouse, the tension between us thick and unyielding.
Damien’s eyes were distant, conflicted. He shifted his weight, avoiding my gaze. "Ivy, there are things you’re not ready to understand yet," he replied softly, his tone filled with regret.
I took a step closer, anger rising within me. "Not ready? This medallion just told me everything. My bloodline holds the power to either unite or destroy all the packs. That’s a dangerous prophecy, Damien! And you… you rejected me because of it!"
He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair.
