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As Davina sat in her room, poring over the maps and books she had collected from the library, her mind raced with the possibilities of escape. She knew she had to act fast if she wanted to leave the castle before the General and his followers discovered her absence. The stakes were high, and she couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

She studied the maps intently, committing the layout of the castle to memory. Every corridor, every room, every possible exit was etched into her mind, a mental blueprint for her escape. But as she plotted her route, doubts crept in. Would she be able to navigate the maze-like halls without getting caught? Could she really outsmart the werewolves who guarded the castle?

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, causing her heart to skip a beat. It was Lucas, her ever-watchful guard, his expression neutral as he entered the room. Davina forced a smile, feigning interest in the books she had borrowed. "Lucas, do you mind if I ask you a question about wer