Now,Callum commands.Kill it now.
Magic still crackles around my fingers.
I turn it inward. Toward the evil wrapped around my consciousness.
And I fuckingrip.
The spirit shrieks as I tear it out of myself. Pull it free. Drag it into the physical world, where it’s vulnerable.
It comes out as a writhing shadow, trying to escape.
But Baylin shifts and lunges, his monstrous jaws snapping.
And I drive the magic through it like a spear,making the spirit fuckingdissolves. Shriking. Burning. Fuckingdying.
Then it’s gone.
Really gone. Shit!
I collapse.
My mates catch me before I hit the floor.
“Hilda,” Callum’s voice is rough with emotion. “Baby, are you…”
“I’m here,” I gasp. “I’m me. I’m…oh fuck…”
I’m sobbing. Shaking. My mates surround me, holding me, and our bonds are whole again. Complete. All three of them blazing bright and strong.
“You came for me,” I whisper in a teary voice.
“Always,” Baylin responds in a thick rumble.
I press my hand to my stomach, feeling for the pups.
Still there. Still safe.
“I almost…it almost made me…”
“But you didn’t,” Callum says firmly. “You fought. You won.”
“We won,” I correct, looking at each of them. My big, tall, handsome, ferocious mates. “You saved me.”
“You saved yourself,” Arkan corrects. “We just gave you a reason to fight.”
I did, didn’t I? I chose them. Chose my pack, my pups.
Chose light over darkness.
“Is it really gone?” I ask.
Callum nods. “Youkilled it.”
I lean into them, letting them hold me, feeling their alpha purrs vibrate through my body. Their heat, their scents.
I’m home.
With my pack. Where I belong.
