Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, you must trust me," Kian said, his voice low and steady as we sat on the cold stone steps outside an old training yard.
The early morning fog clung to the ground, and I could barely make out the distant silhouettes of trees. His gaze, intense and unwavering, left little room for doubt—even as my heart pounded with uncertainty.
I hesitated before answering, fingers curling around the strap of the medallion that still pulsed faintly in my pocket. "Kian, I don’t know if I can do this.
My power—it feels like a wildfire that I can’t contain. And with everything happening with Damien’s pack falling apart, I’m not sure if I have time to learn control."
Kian’s eyes softened for a moment before hardening with determination. "Ivy, you have no choice. The strength within you is
