Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate novel Chapter 118

The energy around the altar pulsed with a dark, malevolent force as we worked to free the remaining werewolves. The once serene woods had transformed into a battlefield, littered with the remnants of chaos and despair. I could feel the weight of our task pressing down on us, but amidst the fray, a flicker of hope sparked in my chest. Together, we had saved so many, and the tide felt like it was turning.

As we moved, the stench of wolfbane and burnt magic lingered heavily in the air. I could hear the shouts of my pack as they rallied together, freeing one mind-controlled wolf after another. I had never seen anything like this before—the sheer number of our kin being enslaved and transported through the witch's teleportation magic circle was beyond anything I could comprehend.

I exchanged glances with Nathan and Tristan, our faces mirroring the shock and disbelief. “How could she have done this?” Nathan asked, his brow furrowed in concern. “It’s like she’s had years to prepare.”

Tristan clenched his fists, his jaw set. “We need to destroy that circle. Now.”

The three of us stepped closer, determination coursing through my veins. The circle glimmered ominously, the symbols etched into the earth radiating dark energy. I could feel its pull, the way it beckoned to the lost souls still trapped within its confines. If we didn’t act quickly, more werewolves would be lost to the witch's control.

As we prepared to unleash our combined powers to destroy the circle, my heart raced. But just as I focused my energy, something—a familiar scent—stopped me in my tracks. I turned my head, and my breath caught in my throat. Standing among the witch's minions, her presence felt like a punch to the gut, was Celie, my mentor.

“No… it can’t be,” I murmured, disbelief clawing at my chest.

Celie had always been a beacon of wisdom and strength, guiding me through the complexities of my powers. To see her here, standing alongside the very forces we were trying to defeat, shattered my sense of reality. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes glinting with an eerie light that sent chills down my spine.

“Ella,” she called, her voice smooth yet cold, cutting through the din of chaos around us. “I see you’ve come to join us.”

“Join you? Celie, what have you done?” I demanded, stepping forward, my heart racing with a mixture of anger and desperation. “This isn’t you. You can’t be working with the witch!”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You’ve always been so naive, dear. The power I’ve discovered is beyond anything you can imagine. We can control the werewolves—unify them under one purpose. The witch has opened doors I never dreamed possible.”

The revelation struck me like a physical blow. “You’re under her control! You have to fight it, Celie!”

“I’m not the one who needs to fight anything,” she retorted, her tone sharp and mocking. “You’re the one who’s going to be left behind. You and your precious pack are too weak to comprehend what true power feels like.”

With those words, I felt a sense of urgency surge within me. If Celie was here, it meant the witch's influence had reached deeper than we had realized. I looked at Nathan and Tristan, who exchanged worried glances. We had to act now.