WRITER'S POV

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Laura smiled as walked around. She could see the fear in the eyes of her subjects as she walked.

All she had now was a result of her hard work. If she hadn't planned for so many years she wouldn't have been able to achieve anything.

She must thank the werewolves once again for making her where she was.

Suddenly a finger landed on her shoulders. Laura stroked the bird affectionately.

After some time the bird spread its wings and flew away.

"It's about time, we are going to finally begin. Get ready for my wrath," Laura muttered as a smirk spread.

Once the general came back...