Page 57 of The Possessive Alpha’s Reborn Luna

She was in danger. Her words nearly stopped my heart. The pain and desperation made my wolf go ballistic, roaring to break free and get to our mate.

"Hold on." I shot back. "Alice, hold on. I'm coming."

I launched through the window, shifting mid-air. Black fur erupted as I landed hard on the grass and took off at full speed toward where I felt her.

Wind screamed past my ears. My wolf howled.

Faster! Move faster!

I had to see her. Had to know what danger she faced. I didn't care whose kid she was carrying anymore. I couldn't lie to myself. Couldn't deny what I felt for her.

I needed her.

The pull led me north into the forest. The second I hit the tree line, white-robed figures appeared ahead.

I skidded to a stop and shifted back.

The White Witches. At least a dozen. Elsa led them—Serena's right hand. "What are you doing here?"

Elsa bowed low. "Your Majesty! We sensed dark magic deeper in the forest. We were going to investigate."

Dark magic? Had Alice run into a Black Witch?

"You know where it is exactly?" I demanded.

Elsa nodded. "Of course, Your Majesty. The disturbance is north, at the forest's heart."

North. Forest center. Right where the bond was pulling me. I locked eyes with Elsa, urgency bleeding through. "Take me there. Now."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Elsa bowed again and led her witches forward.

But as we neared the forest depths, something felt wrong.

The bond was weakening. That thread connecting me to Alice grew faint, like it might snap any second.

That wasn't right. The bond was goddess-given. It couldn't weaken. I immediately knew something was off. I narrowed my eyes at the witches.

They still looked respectful enough, but I caught the glances they exchanged, the small gestures.

"Where exactly are we going?" My voice dropped, dangerous.

Elsa turned back with a smile. "To find the Queen, of course."

"Did I say I was looking for the Queen? Elsa, you know what happens when you lie to the King?"

Her smile froze. Her eyes turned cold. The other White Witches stopped walking and slowly turned around.

Their gentle expressions vanished, replaced by icy mockery.

"Figured it out?" Elsa sneered. "Too bad. Too late."

She waved her hand. The air twisted. A complex magic circle bloomed beneath my feet, black runes slithering like snakes, trapping me inside.

"What the hell are you doing?" Every word was ice.

Elsa stepped closer, triumph gleaming in her eyes. "You think we'd bow to werewolves forever? Let you oppress us forever?"

"Even the mighty Wolf King is nothing special," another witch shrieked. "Today's your last day! And we'll drain every drop of power from that mate of yours!"