âNo!â
My piercing scream filled the air, laden with boundless despair.
Why?
Why couldnât I safeguard the one I cherished, even after becoming the supreme witch?
What would become of me if Caleb were to die?
I was lost in thought.
My heart felt like it was on the brink of bursting, and I struggled to breathe.
Despair and worry engulfed me, overwhelming like a deluge.
In the nick of time, as Galeâs claws neared Caleb, an unexpected event unfolded.
Ghostly spirits materialized and clutched her arms, halting her deadly strike.
The skies darkened, echoing with their sorrowful wails.
A biting wind swept through, sending shivers down everyoneâs spine.
These spirits were the Lingering souls of the witches Gale had slain.
âAlpha, please stopâ¦â They clung to her hands, desperately trying to prevent her from striking Caleb.
âYouâve done enough by taking our lives.
Donât compound your errorsâ
The spiritsâ intervention made Gale halt her assault.
Galeâs brow furrowed in rage as she yelled, âDamn it! Release me!â
But it was too late for her.
Caleb grabbed this chance and inflicted severe wounds on Gale.
His wolf claws tore across Galeâs forehead, and blood spurted forth instantly.
âAh!â Gale shrieked, clutching her head swiftly.
Caleb didnât waste the moment and delivered a powerful kick to her midsection, hurling her back several meters.
Gale collided with a boulder and coughed up blood.
Seizing this moment, I halted time, bypassed the obstructing werewolves, dashed to Calebâs side, and conjured a protective barrier with my witch power to ward off the werewolves.
This act drained my magical energy.
Moreover, being with child, I felt feeble and my complexion paled.
âMy love, were you injured?â Caleb enfolded me in his arms, his concern evident.
I shook my head, assuring him, âIâm alright, donât fret.
â
I scrutinized him, inquiring, âAnd you, are you unharmed?â
Caleb had braved danger to confront Gale, and his condition seemed as precarious as mine.