Mia POV
"Do you really think separating us will make us weaker?" I seethed at Thora, my fists clenched tightly. Though I couldn't shift into my wolf form, the pulsating power within me remained, coursing through my veins. "If you do, you are in for a rude awakening."
Thora smirked, her eyes glinting with a sinister resolve. "Do you remember how you died in the past, white wolf?" she taunted. I braced myself, ready for whatever she had planned. "Let me jog your memory of how it all went down last time, and then you can reject your bond and give me your power."

Her voice dripped with an air of triumph, as she extended her hand towards me. A strange mist materialized, enveloping me before I could react. Pain surged through me as the mist tightened its grip, searing my skin like molten fire. I screamed in agony, unable to even connect with Atlas through our mind link amidst the excruciating pain.
Desperately, I tried to fight Thora off, but it felt as if I had been temporarily paralyzed. "Don't worry, white wolf," she whispered maliciously in my ear. "I won't kill you just yet. I won't even be the one to do so. But for now, let's take a journey back to the past, while my endless army of dead rogues keeps that play thing of yours busy."
Her words weighed heavily on my consciousness as her hand struck my face.
I had to snap out of this, but how? Soon, I felt myself drifting away, only for an entirely different scene to greet me. The original battlefield from the past came into view, the smell of blood and dirt filling the air.
"Does this place jog your memory, little wolf?" she spoke, her voice echoing in my ears. She snapped her fingers, and the scenery changed again, transporting us to a small, underground room. Horror washed over me as I saw a past version of myself, chained and battered, with Thora and another man standing nearby.
The man's voice filled the room, demanding, "Give in, little wolf, and hand over your power. If you love the Lycan, then free him and accept the world the way it should be." The past version of me spat back defiantly, "Never!" The man held up a vial, tauntingly. "The Lycan is one with me. You will never stop the destruction of this world you seek to create. Many will suffer because of you. If you kill me, you kill the Lycan prince. Or you can simply reject the power in you that should be mine." A growl escaped the past version of me.

"There is no escape," he sneered. "Watch as all you care about fight a battle they will never win and die."
"There is one other solution you have failed to consider," the past version of me snarled, lifting my hand. "If I'm dead, there is no power for you to steal, for I must be alive in order for you to take it. And without my power, the spell you wish to cast will fail." I watched in horror as my claws grew, and despite being chained, the past version of me stabbed my own claws into my neck.
This was different from the version I had seen from the relics. It was not any of the knowledge I had been given. But deep down, I knew. Every fiber of my being knew that right now, I was watching the true way I had died in my past life.
I watched in horror as the past version of Thora let out a piercing shriek, her voice echoing through the air. As the past version of me slumped over on the ground, a surge of electricity released from my hand towards the man. The crackling sound filled the air. In a whisper, I muttered, "sorry," and watched as the man fell to the ground, his life extinguished.

But there was no time to mourn. The scene abruptly shifted, and now I found myself witnessing the past battle unfolding above ground. Atlas fought valiantly to save me, but suddenly, he collapsed to the ground. The sound of his body hitting the dirt sent a shiver down my spine. His life force was drained, leaving him lifeless.
A voice filled the air, taunting and mocking. "You foolish little white wolf, you thought sacrificing yourself and the lycan would save this pathetic excuse of a world, didn't you? Well, the thing is, history is repeating itself, and this time, I am more prepared."
Thora continued, her words dripping with malice. "You may have sacrificed your life to stop us last time, but are you willing to sacrifice those who have fought by your side this time as well?"
With a snap of her fingers, a vision played in my mind. I saw a young Atlas, being handed a vial by Thora. "Do you think madness is all I gifted him with? Atlas and I are linked. If you kill me, he dies as well. Our lives are bound together."
Again, she snapped her fingers, and the vision changed. I was lying on a table, with Leo injecting me with wolfsbane. "My foolish son gave in to his heart, a weakness he will regret. He believed he could rescue you without my knowledge, but I had caught on long ago. He still injected you with my special concoction, and all it needed was for you to be badly injured to activate."
"Sacrifice yourself this time, little wolf," she whispered, her voice laced with malice. "And Bryn dies as well. Your life is now linked with hers. Or simply deny your bond with the lycan and will your power to me, and those you love will live." As she spoke, her fingers snapped, and a chilling breeze enveloped us, transporting us back to the present.
"Mia," Atlas's urgent voice resonated in my mind, breaking through the silence. "I need to hear your voice. Please, I need to know you are okay." The weight of his concern pressed upon me, threatening to suffocate.
If I killed Thora, I would lose Atlas. If I sacrificed myself, Bryn would pay the price. A surge of defiance surged through me, fueled by desperation. "You don't have to be dead to stop you," I spat at her, my voice trembling with rage. "No. I can make sure you are trapped in a place where no one will find you. A place that blocks all your power.”
I growled, my voice low and menacing, as I focused on my link. The intense concentration brought a surge of energy coursing through my body, rejuvenating me. "I'll never give up," I said to Atlas. I could feel my strength returning, a tingling sensation spreading through my limbs.
"You can't trap me, not now, not ever. And you will never sacrifice the life of the lycan you love." Thora laughed.
Her words only fueled my resolve. "You're wrong, Thora. Atlas and the people I love are the only ones I will never sacrifice," I snarled, my voice laced with anger
I could hear Atlas fighting with all his strength behind the towering rock walls that separated him from me. The sound of his growls and roars reverberated through the air. He was giving it his all to end Thora and be my protector, and I would do the same for him.
"Moon Goddess, guide me. I need to trap Thora," I whispered, my voice filled with urgency. Dark smoke swirled from Thora's hands, a menacing presence. But as it billowed out, everything froze. The world became eerily silent, as if time itself held its breath.
A melodic voice echoed in my mind, a voice I recognized as the Moon Goddess herself. "Child, you have fought well," she spoke, her words carrying a weight of wisdom. "You have used the power I gifted you with to protect those you love, and those who were outcast for being different. Now, you face the one who will be the downfall of all. But you hold the power to stop her."
"There is a cave, a place that blocks all power once sealed. Enter the cave, and release all your power within. It will seal the exit, trapping Thora in a deep sleep, no longer a threat, as long as the cave remains sealed. However, the cost is great. You will remain trapped within as well, and the release of your power will weaken you to the point where you may never be able to shift again." She continued, her voice filled with both caution and hope.
Her words hung in the air, heavy with sacrifice. "Although I can guide you to this cave, I cannot change fate. If you choose to do this, I cannot save you. The only one who can is your mate. I cannot tell him how, all I can do is guide him to you. Although, if he breaks through, it will not only free you but Thora once again."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself amidst the overwhelming choices before me. "Guide me," I responded, my voice filled with determination and a touch of fear. The weight of the decision pressed on me, and Inara, whimpered in my mind. "If we do this, we may never see our mate again," she whispered.
I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of responsibility on my shoulders. "If we don't, Thora, even without casting the spell, will continue destroying this world and all we love until we give in. Unless we sacrifice our mate. If we do this, Atlas lives, our friends and family live," I explained to Inara, my voice choked with emotion. A single tear slipped down my cheek, a symbol of the sacrifices we were willing to make.
The voice of the Moon Goddess enveloped me, offering her final guidance. "Grab hold of Thora, and allow your electric power to surround both of you. It will take you to the cave, if that is the path you choose to follow. And then, once inside, release all the power within you, and it will seal you in."
"Thank you for your guidance," I whispered, gratitude filling my voice. "All spells can be broken, my powerful white wolf. Remember that," her voice faded, leaving me alone with my resolve. The world around me started to move again, as time resumed its steady flow.
I ran through the billowing dark smoke that emanated from Thora. As I sprinted, my heart pounding in my chest, I focused on my deep connection with Atlas.
"I love you, Atlas," I whispered through our link, my voice filled with conviction. "More than anything, I believe in you. You will become a great leader and transform the werewolf realm into one that embraces all. I wish I could be by your side, but this is something I must do. Thora's rampage must be stopped, but I cannot take her life, as it is intertwined with yours. I must trap her, Atlas. It is my destiny as the White Wolf to put an end to her reign of destruction. I will protect this world. Find a way to sever your link with Thora so that we may be reunited. Return to the werewolf realm and safeguard our warriors from her army. Though we must part now, I will never lose hope that we will be together again," I conveyed, my words carried through the bond we shared.
Dodging the dark magic Thora hurled at me, I skillfully maneuvered, sliding my body beneath the sinister tendrils. In one swift movement, I surprised her, leaping towards her and grasping her tightly. My electric energy surged through her, causing her to writhe in pain.
"Your lycan prince's life hangs in the balance if you end me. Are you prepared to make that sacrifice?" she hissed, her voice filled with venom.
"No," I growled defiantly. "As I said before, I will trap you. Thora, you underestimated me. I will go to any lengths to protect what I hold dear."
Releasing a surge of electric energy, I enveloped both Thora and myself. The intensity of my power made her scream in agony. "MIA, DON'T!" Atlas's voice boomed in my mind, echoing through our connection. I knew this decision pained him as much as it did me. But I had faith that he would break the spell that bound him to Thora and come to my rescue, allowing us to vanquish her once and for all.
"Your time is up, Thora. May you rot for eternity," I snarled. With a powerful burst of electric energy, it shot through me and into Thora, causing our surroundings to shift abruptly. As my powers took hold, we were transported to a desolate cave. Holding onto Thora with all my might, I felt her desperate struggles to break free.
"If you do this, you'll never see the light of day." she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.
"So be it," I responded, my resolve unyielding. Focusing all the power within me, I willed it to the surface. With a scream fueled by sheer determination, I unleashed it, causing the cave to tremble. A solid rock, formed of pure power, materialized, sealing us within the darkness. As the energy drained from me, I released my grip on Thora, watching as she crumpled to the ground with a thud. Darkness washed over me, and I succumbed to its embrace.