Page 54 of The Possessive Alpha’s Reborn Luna

"I came to help you, my queen," she said gently.

I rushed forward and grabbed her hands, but the moment I touched her, memories crashed over me like a breaking dam.

The dark forest. Chanted spells. Black-robed figures circling the altar. And the one leading the ritual—silver-white hair, that familiar voice.

It was Serena. She stood at the altar's center, arms raised high, black magic pouring from her fingertips like serpents, coiling around me, devouring my power—

I stumbled back, voice trembling with shock. "It was you? You're a Black Witch!"

Serena's gentle smile slowly dissolved into cold indifference.

"So you remember. Well, it doesn't matter. This time, I won't let you get away." She spoke as if discussing the weather.

She waved her hand lightly. Rustling sounds filled the forest. One by one, black-robed figures stepped out from behind the trees, surrounding me and Adrian.

My body went rigid.

"I'm sorry, Prince Adrian." I turned to him, biting my lip. "I dragged you into this. They want me. I'll hold them off—you run."

"Hey, none of that." Adrian rolled his shoulders, that cocky grin returning. "Saving beautiful women is what I do."

Then his body began to shift.

Bones cracked and reformed. Golden fur erupted from his skin. In seconds, a massive golden wolf stood before me. He was three times the size of a normal wolf, those amber eyes blazing with feral light.

He growled low and lunged at the nearest Black Witches.

The witches immediately attacked. A black beam of magic shot toward me. I barely dodged, rolling behind a tree.

No. I couldn't just hide.

I took a deep breath, reaching for the power sleeping inside me. Last time, on that altar, my power had awakened briefly before they crushed it. But I remembered that feeling—

That burning, searing sensation, like my body was tearing itself apart.

"Come on," I whispered, closing my eyes.

Heat surged from my core, flooding through my veins. My skin burned. Bones shifted, muscles expanded. My senses exploded open. Golden fur broke through my skin—the same shade as Adrian's. I roared and charged at Serena.

"How is her power so strong..." Serena gasped.

I didn't give her time to react. My claws tore through her black robe, but she was fast, putting distance between us. Magic gathered in her hands. But I was fast too.

We fought through the forest. Serena's magic was powerful. My fur burned where her spells hit. The pain slowed me down.

Adrian battled nearby, a golden blur in the darkness, each strike precise and deadly. I abandoned chasing Serena—she was too strong, it would only drain me. Instead, I moved to coordinate with Adrian, trying to tear open an escape route. We worked in sync, one attacking head-on, the other flanking.

The Black Witches' screams echoed through the trees, but they kept coming, surrounding us again. Black magic beams streaked through the air. Serena retreated behind the other witches, eyes fixed on me like a viper's, venomous and unblinking.

When I finally tore out a witch's throat, I heard Adrian's pained howl. The magic had hit him, too. I tried to reach him, but more spells came at me. I dodged most of them, but my stamina was draining fast. Pregnancy had weakened me. Every dodge, every jump left me gasping.

A spell hit my shoulder—Serena's spell. Agony exploded through my body. I screamed, shifting back to human form involuntarily, hitting the ground hard.

"Alice!" Adrian shifted back too, roaring as he tried to reach me, but he was covered in wounds himself.

I struggled to stand, but my legs were useless. The Black Witches closed in, magic crackling in their hands. Serena stepped out from among them, eyes burning with hatred.

No. I couldn't die here. I forced myself to focus. Only Cedric could save me now. Even if it meant confessing the baby was his. Survival came first. I concentrated on the mate bond, sending a plea down that invisible thread.