Chapter Nine
Sabrina's Point of View
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The air felt different now, charged with the promise of battle. I stood alongside Peter, the shadows swirling around me, feeding off my anger, my pain, my hunger for revenge. The moon hung high above, casting its cold light over the battlefield below. Every breath I took seemed to bring more of that power into me, and it was a sensation. I was still trying to understand how something so dark could make me feel so alive.
"They're here," Peter muttered, his voice carrying a sense of finality.
I nodded without a word. It didn't matter what he said. I could already feel the wolves approaching, their presence growing stronger with each passing second. Their scent was unmistakably rich with the stench of their animal instincts, sharp and primal.
Peter turned to face me, his silver eyes glinting. "Remember, Sabrina. Don't let the darkness consume you. Use it. But don't become it."
