Claws Of Fate
LEAH
I stood on the edge of the rocky cliff, the wind whipping my hair into a frenzy as I stared out at the forest below.
The trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling softly, but my gaze was drawn to the shadows that darted between them.
My rogues, my loyal followers, hunted with a ferocity that bordered on madness.
They were my instruments, my tools, and they would stop at nothing to achieve our goal.
My eyes narrowed as I thought of Cane, the prince who had so callously rejected me. He was still alive, and I could feel it.
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