Chapter 223

Sienna’s POV

The War Continues.

I stop being afraid the moment I decide to stop holding back. Fear has been whispering to me since the night the Demon King first invaded my mind, whispering that if I gave in even a little, I would lose myself forever. But standing here now, surrounded by death and screams and the smell of burning blood, fear feels like a luxury I can’t afford.

People are dying. Wolves I know. Wolves I laughed with. Wolves who shared food with me, trained with me, trusted me. The more we fight them, the more they keep multiplying and something inside my chest finally snaps.

Enough.

I step forward into the chaos, outside our frontline and closer, and I don’t fight the pull this time. I open myself to it.

The power rushes