Fiona's POV
Sabrina rose from the ground, her massive red wolf form towering over the festival grounds. Her deep crimson eyes burned with an unholy rage, and a menacing growl rumbled from her throat, sending a shiver through the crowd.
"You think this is over?" Sabrina snarled, her voice distorted in her wolf form.
I felt Snow's strength surge within me, her determination unwavering. Beside me, Sebastian—still in his Midnight form—let out a low growl that echoed like thunder.
"You're done, Sabrina. The goddess has spoken," Sebastian said, his voice dark and commanding.
But Sabrina wasn't listening. She lunged forward again, faster than before, her claws aiming for my throat. I dodged just in time, countering with a swipe of my own claws. Snow's instincts guided my every move, and I could feel her resolve merging with mine.
