Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, focus! You need to steady your power," Kian urged, his tone urgent as we continued our training session in the secluded clearing behind the safehouse.
The air was cool, and the only sounds were my ragged breaths and the rustle of leaves in the wind. I could feel my energy swirling unpredictably around me—a force that I had spent months trying to harness, but now it was teetering on chaos.
I gripped my hands tightly, trying to channel the energy into a controlled flow. "I’m trying, Kian," I replied, voice strained with both determination and fear. The medallion at my neck pulsed erratically, reflecting the turmoil inside me.
Kian’s eyes narrowed as he watched me struggle. "Ivy, you’re losing control. I need you to calm down before this gets out of hand."
Before I could
