Winnie’s POVThe darkness was not just an absence of light. It was a sentient, breathing thing, an ancient beast that had been slumbering in the hollows of my bones, waiting for the right moment to scream. It coiled around my ankles like a living snare and climbed up my spine, a cold, heavy silk that whispered promises of retribution into the very marrow of my soul. The ballroom, which only moments ago had been a place of glittering pretense, royal gold, and the suffocating scent of expensive perfumes, had been transformed into a tomb of absolute shadows.I could hear the panicked breathing of the wolves around me. The sound was frantic and wet, a chorus of apex predators suddenly turned into helpless prey. I could hear the desperate, ragged scrape of claws on the polished marble as some of the elite guards shifted in fear, their instinctual terror overriding years of military training. But for the first time in my miserable life, I was not the one trembling. For the first time, I w
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