He dodged just in time, avoiding a potentially fatal blow.
Relief washed over me, but before I could speak again, a witch nearby yelled, âThe rift! Itâs getting bigger!â
My eyes shot up.
The rift in the sky had indeed widened.
Dark clouds swirled around it, and the darkness within resembled writhing tentacles, threatening to pull us all in.
A terrifying nightmare flashed through my mind.
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Panic gripped me.
âEveryone, focus! Donât let anything distract you! The entire world hangs in the balance!â
âYes!â
My words snapped the witches back to attention.
They poured their energy into the repair, and our team quickly regained its focus.
Finally, with a collective effort, we managed to stop the expansion of the rift.
The dark clouds receded, slowly dissipating.
âAwoo!â
Suddenly, a familiar howl pierced the air.
I whipped around.
Fury surged through me as I saw Caleb being swarmed.
He had been slashed, a deep wound gushing blood.
A shudder ran through my body.
âCaleb!â
I wanted to rush to his aid, but the power coursing through me held me back.
As the one responsible for mending the rift, I couldnât abandon my duty.
Leaving now would risk the rift expanding again, with potentially catastrophic consequences.
Tears welled in my eyes, but I forced myself to remain rooted to the spot.
I watched in agony as Caleb fought through the crowd, desperately hoping weâd finish repairing the sky soon so the witches could join the battle.
âPleaseâ¦â I silently prayed.
But the situation worsened as I focused on the rift.
A horrifying scene unfolded.
After Caleb was injured, the enemy capitalized on the opening.
They swarmed him with relentless attacks.
Exhausted from fighting off so many, Caleb couldnât defend against the fierce onslaught.
He sustained more wounds.
The other werewolves of the Thorn Edge Pack were in no better shape-barely surviving, if not injured themselves.