Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate

"I am everything without you," Celie retorted, her voice rising with each word, an echo of the strength I knew she possessed. "I am a healer, a mentor, and a daughter of the Stoneheart Pack!"

With a fierce determination, Celie raised her hands, magic swirling around her like a storm. The very air crackled with energy as she drew on the power of the earth, the pack, and the bonds we had forged together. In that moment, I felt it—a deep connection that transcended our struggles.

"I will not let you control me any longer!" Celie shouted, and with that declaration, she unleashed a wave of light that engulfed the altar.

The dark energy of the witch recoiled, the shadows twisting violently as Celie's magic clashed with hers. The ground shook beneath us, and I held my breath, watching as my mentor fought for her freedom.noveldrama

But the witch wasn't done. "You think you can defeat me? I will take you down with me!" she screeched, her voice distorted by rage.

In that final confrontation, I knew what Celie had decided. She was willing to sacrifice everything to ensure the witch could no longer harm anyone. I felt a pang of sorrow, but I couldn't intervene. This was her battle, her choice.

“Ella,” Celie called, her voice echoing through the chaos, “you must protect them! My time is over, but you must carry on. The packs need you!"

"No! Celie, don't do this!" I cried, my heart breaking at the thought of losing her. "We can defeat her together!"

But the light that surrounded Celie grew brighter, illuminating the darkness, and I realized she was already making her choice. With a fierce shout, she charged at the witch, their powers colliding in an explosion of energy that shook the very ground beneath us.

In that blinding flash, I saw the determination etched on Celie's face, the resolve that spoke volumes about her bravery. The witch's laughter turned to screams as the two forces clashed, a violent battle of wills that ended in a brilliant flash of light.

When the brilliance faded, silence enveloped the altar. I stood there, heart pounding, fear gripping my chest as I scanned the area. Celie and the witch were gone, consumed by their own destructive power, leaving behind only a lingering echo of their confrontation.

"No..." I whispered, feeling the emptiness settle in my heart. The realization of her sacrifice struck me like a bolt of lightning.

But as I looked around at my pack, at the newly freed werewolves, I knew I had to honor her legacy. Celie had fought not just for herself, but for all of us. With the witch's influence shattered and her minions freed, I felt the weight of my responsibility heavy upon my shoulders.

I took a deep breath, steeling my resolve. We would continue to fight, to protect, and to heal—just as Celie had taught us. As I turned to the twins, their faces filled with concern and determination, I knew we would carry her spirit forward. Together, we would rebuild what had been lost, ensuring that the darkness would never take root in our hearts again.

The air was thick with tension as we finally stood before the witch at the heart of the altar. The remnants of the battle lingered, but the true. confrontation was yet to come. She stood there, cloaked in shadows, a sneer twisting her lips as she surveyed us.

“Oh, look at you pathetic werewolves," she mocked, her voice dripping with disdain. "Brainless brutes, all muscle and no wit. Do you really think you can stop me?"

My heart raced as I felt the surge of her dark magic swirling around us. The way she spoke sent shivers down my spine, but I knew we couldn't back down now. This was the moment we had trained for, the culmination of all our struggles.

"Your reign of terror ends here," I replied, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the fear coursing through me.

She laughed, a sound that echoed ominously around the altar. "Oh, how cute. You think you can challenge me? You're all too far gone to understand the depths of my power. Watch closely!"

With a flick of her wrist, a wave of dark energy erupted from her hands, a twisting mass of shadows that seemed to pulse with malevolence. I felt it wrap around me, tightening like a vice. Instinctively, I reached for my magic, ready to push back against her force, but then I felt the temperature drop, a chill that wrapped around my bones.

"Now, my dear werewolves," the witch continued, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure, "I think it's time for a demonstration."

Before I could react, she extended her hand toward a group of werewolves nearby, their eyes wide and filled with confusion. "You will obey me! Jump! Jump into the abyss!"

Panic surged through me, and I shouted, "No!” I reached out to the wolves, willing them to resist, to fight against the darkness that threatened to consume them.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught Nathan and Tristan exchanging worried glances. Their minds were racing as they processed the witch's power. "She's only got a limited range," Nathan said quietly, his brows furrowed. "Look at the way the werewolves react. They're scared, but they're not fully under her control. It's like a leash she can only hold so tightly."

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Tristan nodded, determination igniting in his eyes. "She can't control those too far away from her. The teleportation circle-it was. way to bring the others closer to her power, to reinforce her control. But she can't extend her influence indefinitely.”

"Exactly," I breathed, feeling a surge of hope. "We just need to push through. If we can get to her, we can break her hold on the others!"

The witch's gaze flickered toward us, and I could see the moment her confidence wavered. She had underestimated our strength, our bond as a pack. With our resolve renewed, I stepped forward, ready to confront her.