Sabrina's POV

The air was thick with defeat, a bitter taste lingering on my tongue as I made my way through the dense forest, alone and wounded. The battle had not gone as planned. I had expected resistance from Fiona and her loyal pack, but not this… not the ferocity they displayed, the courage that poured out of them like blood from a fresh wound. It made me sick.

I leaned against a tree, clutching the deep gash on my shoulder where one of Fiona's wolves had struck me. The pain pulsed in ...