Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate novel Chapter 116

The trip to the altar was treacherous, the air thick with tension. The closer we got, the more the landscape seemed to shift, dark energy rippling through the forest like a living thing. I could feel the altar’s pull long before we saw it—an oppressive, suffocating presence that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

And then, just before we reached the clearing, they appeared.

Our pack members.

Wolves we had grown up with, fought beside, shared memories with—they stood before us now, their eyes glazed, movements mechanical. They were under the witch’s control, just like the others. My heart twisted painfully at the sight.

“What is going on,” Nathan whispered.

“We can’t hurt them,” I whispered, my breath catching in my throat.

Nathan and Tristan exchanged a look, their expressions grim. “We won’t,” Nathan said, his voice low and determined. “We’ll free them.”

Tristan gripped my arm, his eyes locked on mine. “Do what you do best, Ella.”

They growled at us, and the drowning feeling was overwhelming.

“I know you can do this, just do it. You are the only one who can help us fight the magic and demons.” Tristan said.

I nodded, steeling myself. I knew I had the power and I was the blessed one. It was upto me to make things work.

As the wolves moved toward us, I closed my eyes, calling forth the power within me—the power of the white wolf. I felt the familiar rush of energy course through my veins, the light building inside me, ready to break through the darkness.

When I opened my eyes, they glowed with a soft, white light. I reached out, letting the power flow from me in waves, washing over the pack members. At first, they hesitated, their movements stuttering as if caught between two forces.

Then, one by one, the wolves began to shake off the witch’s control, their eyes clearing as they returned to themselves. I watched as confusion and relief flooded their expressions. Some fell to their knees, gasping for breath, while others staggered back, as if waking from a nightmare.

“You did it,” Nathan whispered beside me, his voice filled with awe.

I breathed out slowly, my heart swelling with hope as more and more wolves returned to their senses.

“Ella!” One of them, a young warrior named Isaac, stumbled forward, his eyes wide with realization. “She... she had us. We couldn’t fight it. But you—” His voice broke, and he bowed his head. “Thank you.”

I touched his shoulder. “We’re not done yet.”