The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 278: Chapter 278

Catrina POV:
I clung to King Korvash’s power, his ancient magic a shield against the chaos, my own wolf a restless shadow, her claws digging into the unseen ground, desperate to escape this turbulent journey through time.
Where are we going, Catrina?
Her voice, a whimper of fear, echoed in my mind.
What’s happening?
“We’re… we’re going back, my wolf,” I whispered, my voice a tremor of uncertainty, my gaze fixed on the swirling vortex, the gateway to another time, another place, another destiny.
“We’re going back… to save him.”
But even as the words left my lips, a chilling premonition, a whisper of doubt, echoed in my mind.
Are we doing the right thing, Catrina? My wolf whimpered, her voice laced with a primal fear. What if… what if this is… a mistake?
“It’s not a mistake,” I said firmly, my voice gaining strength, fueled by the memory of Rowan’s sacrifice, his love, his belief in me.
“It’s… it’s our destiny. We have to… try. We have to… bring him back.”
But even as I spoke the words, the spirit realm’s chaos intensified, the colors swirling faster, the whispers growing louder, and a darkness, cold and menacing, like a shadow lurking at the edge of our awareness, began to close in.
He’s here, Catrina, my wolf snarled, her fur bristling, her senses on high alert. Damien. He’s… he’s following us.
I could feel his presence, a dark energy that pulsed with malice, with obsession, with a twisted love that made my blood run cold. He was waiting for us, biding his time, searching for a weakness, an opportunity, a way to… reclaim me.
To steal my power.
To twist my love.
To rewrite our destiny.
“Be ready, Catrina,” King Korvash’s voice, a low rumble, echoed in my mind, a warning, a command.
A searing pain, like a white-hot fire, ripped through me, tearing at the very fabric of my being, a raw, primal agony that made my wolf howl, her voice a symphony of pain and terror, echoing through the swirling chaos of the spirit realm.
It felt as though my very essence was being unravelled, thread by thread, my soul stretched, torn, pulled in a thousand different directions.
He’s taking it, Catrina!
My wolf’s voice, a desperate cry, a mix of fear and disbelief, echoed in my mind, a chilling realization of the sacrifice I was making, the price I was paying.
He’s taking our… our… everything!
I clung to King Korvash’s power, his ancient magic a lifeline in the storm, a fragile shield against the darkness that threatened to consume me.
But it wasn't enough.
The pain intensified, a searing agony that made my body convulse, my vision blur, the colors of the spirit realm swirling.
I could feel it, a part of me, my very essence, being ripped away, leaving behind a hollowness, an emptiness, that echoed the loss of Rowan, the pain of a love that had been stolen, a destiny that had been denied.
No! Catrina, don’t let him take it!
My wolf roared, her claws digging into the unseen ground, her amber eyes blazing with a fierce defiance, a desperate attempt to hold onto the power, the magic, the very essence of who we were.
It’s… it’s ours! We need it! We… we can’t… lose it!
But even as she clawed, as she fought, as she howled in protest, the pain intensified, the darkness deepened, and I knew, with a chilling certainty, that there was no escape.
The ritual was taking hold.
The sacrifice was being made.
And I… I was fading.
Memories, fragmented and fleeting, flashed through my mind – a whirlwind of moments, of laughter and tears, of love and loss, of a life that had been lived, a love that had been found, a destiny that had been forged.
I saw Rowan, his amber eyes shining with love, his silver fur gleaming in the moonlight, his touch a warm comfort, his scent a familiar haven.
I saw my parents, their faces etched with worry, their scents a mix of pine and lavender, a reminder of the family that had always been there, the love that had never wavered.
And I saw Isabelle and Derek, their hands clasped, their eyes meeting, their love a beacon of hope in a world that had been shrouded in darkness.
They need us, Catrina.
My wolf’s voice was a soft whisper, a mournful lament.
“I know,” I whispered back, my voice barely audible, my own tears mingling with the spirit realm's swirling mist, a bittersweet farewell to the ones I loved, the world I was leaving behind.
“But… I have to do this. For Rowan. For… all of them.”
And as the pain intensified, as the darkness consumed me, as my very essence was ripped away.
I clung to the memory of Rowan’s love, his sacrifice, his belief in me, a light that even Damien’s darkness couldn't extinguish, a bond that defied even death itself.
It’s okay, my wolf. I’m… I’m ready.
And as I surrendered to the ritual, to the sacrifice, to the destiny that was unfolding, a new power, a different kind of magic, a force I hadn’t known existed, began to stir within me.
It was Lyra’s essence, her ancient magic, her warrior spirit, merging with my own, becoming something… more. Something… stronger.
I am Catrina. I am Lyra. And I am… the Silver Wolf.
A blinding white light exploded outward, pushing back the darkness, the pain, the fear, illuminating the spirit realm with a brilliance that made even King Korvash shield his eyes, his ancient wolf whimpering in awe, in recognition of a power that had been dormant for centuries, a magic that was now… reborn.
And as the light subsided, as the spirit realm shimmered and settled, as the whispers of the ancient ones faded into a reverent silence.
I stood there, transformed, my silver-white fur gleaming, my amber eyes blazing with a power I’d never known before, a strength that defied even death itself.
I was ready.