Ivy’s POV
"We’re leaving at dawn. No more delays," Damien declared as we gathered at the edge of town, our breath visible in the chilly pre-dawn air. The tension between him and Kian was palpable, like two storm clouds on a collision course, and I could feel it tightening around me as well.
I shifted my weight, glancing nervously between the two men. "I just want to know—are we really ready for this? To go after a cult we barely understand?" I asked, my voice trembling with uncertainty. My medallion, still hidden beneath my jacket, throbbed against my chest like a secret heartbeat.
Kian’s eyes narrowed as he replied, "We have no choice, Ivy. The cult’s hideout is our only lead. They hold the answers to everything—the truth about the prophecy, the betrayal, and what’s coming next."
Dami
