Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate novel Chapter 119

“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.

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.