Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, focus—control it, don’t let it control you!"
Kian’s urgent command cut through the stillness of the training yard as the first light of dawn barely illuminated the rough, open space.
I stood on the cracked concrete floor, my eyes closed, trying to center myself amidst the chaotic surge of energy bubbling within me.
I took a deep, ragged breath and opened my eyes, feeling the medallion around my neck thrum with a subtle warmth. "I’m trying, Kian," I replied, voice trembling with both determination and uncertainty. "But this power—it’s like a wild flame I can’t tame."
Kian’s eyes, normally so steady, flashed with concern as he stepped closer. "That’s exactly it, Ivy. The energy you’re tapping into is far deeper than anything we’ve seen before. It’s raw, potent—and it’s
