Chapter Eleven
Sabrina's Point of View
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The air inside the castle felt thick with tension, and every breath I took was heavier than the last. The battle was fast approaching, and despite my resolve, I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty gnawing at me. I had once been a leader driven by hope, by the love of my pack and my people, but now... now I was something else entirely. The darkness had wrapped itself around me, and the power it gave me was intoxicating.
I stood on the balcony of the war room, gazing out at the storm that mirrored the chaos inside me. The wind whipped through my hair, the sounds of thunder echoing like the drums of war in the distance. It was almost as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for what would come next.
"Your Majesty," Peter's voice broke through the silence. "The army is ready."
