The battle raged around us, chaos and destruction sweeping through the broken halls of the Witch Queen’s fortress. Lysandra, standing tall in the center of the storm, was a vision of malevolent power. Her eyes blazed with hatred, her magic crackling like a storm ready to consume everything in its path. I could feel the weight of her curse pressing down on us, the air thick with the promise of death.
“I’ve had enough of your resistance, Nina Blackthorn!” Lysandra’s voice was a hiss, as cold as the ice she conjured to surround us. “You think you can stop me? You are nothing but a fleeting shadow in the path of my vengeance.”
I stood firm, the power of my bloodline surging within me. The wolf that had once been so repressed was now a part of me—a force I could no longer deny. It roared to l
