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