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Ariana’s POV

"Estella!" I called out, my voice filled with hope as I recognized her.

But there was no response. Estella's eyes were empty, devoid of recognition or emotion. She moved towards us like a puppet on strings, her body tense and ready to attack. My joy quickly turned to dread.

"Estella, it's me! It's Ariana!" I pleaded, desperate for some sign that she recognized me.

But there was no mercy in her eyes. She lunged at us, and I had no choice but to defend myself. My instincts as a wolf kicked in, and I fought back, fending off Estella's attacks while trying to keep Seraphina safe on my back.

The battle raged on, and it soon became clear that the Black Moon Clan's wolf people were closing in on us as well. We were outnumbered and surrounded, and the odds were stacked against us. The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow on the chaotic scene.

Lucas, always the brave and selfless one, turned to me with a serious expression. "Ariana, I'll draw away the Black Moon