To protect what's mine (Amalie) novel Chapter 179

**Guard 179**
**Chapter 179: Amalie**

As my vision slowly begins to focus, I find myself once again ensnared in the very heart of a nightmare that feels all too real. I blink rapidly, my heart racing like a wild drum in my chest, as I take in the sinister surroundings. There, perched upon an ominous throne that seems to pulse with an aura of dread, sits Francesca. Her regal yet malevolent demeanor sends a chill racing down my spine. With a disdainful sneer, she rises, her presence radiating a sense of triumph that makes my skin crawl.

“Finally,” she declares, her voice laced with a sickening blend of victory and malice as she strides purposefully toward Beren. The air thickens with tension, every word she utters heavy with the promise of impending doom. Francesca begins to chant in an archaic tongue, the syllables twisting and curling in the air like smoke from a dying fire, wrapping around me like a suffocating shroud.

I am left utterly bewildered by her incantation, but I can feel the magic she wields coiling around me, forcing Beren to revert back into my form. Panic surges through my veins, and I instinctively try to scramble away from the witch, my body protesting with every movement, the injuries I carry reminding me of my vulnerability.

“Stay the hell away from me!” I growl, my voice hoarse yet filled with defiance, a fire igniting within me despite the fear.

“If you hadn’t fought me, I would have made it so you wouldn’t have felt a thing,” she sighs, her tone dripping with dismissiveness, as if my resistance is merely an annoyance in her grand scheme.

“Like hell I’m going to let you kill me,” I retort, desperation pouring into my words as I attempt to inch away once more. My hand instinctively rests protectively over my stomach, a silent plea for my unborn pup to survive the torment of the wolfsbane surging through me.

“Bring her,” Francesca commands, her eyes glinting with a manic excitement that sends fresh chills racing down my spine. As she turns away from me, I can see her attire shifting, as if she requires a more fitting garb for the grim task she has in mind.

Thomas and Jarrett, once my allies, morph back into their human forms, their grips tightening around my arms as they drag me toward the witch. The weight of betrayal hangs heavy in the air.

‘Can we tap into the magic again?’ I whisper urgently to Beren, struggling against their hold, the fear of what’s to come gnawing at my insides.

‘I don’t know,’ she growls back, frustration evident in her voice.

‘A lot of good it does to be the chosen of the Goddess,’ I huff, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. ‘Wait, we are the Goddess’s chosen. We’ve channeled her power before, made others bend to our will.’

‘Yes, and?’ Beren responds, her tone skeptical, but I can sense a flicker of hope igniting within her.

‘Focus on healing us. I have an idea,’ I urge, forcing myself to calm down. Panic won’t serve us now; I need clarity to execute my plan.

‘Care to enlighten me?’ she questions, a hint of curiosity lacing her tone, and I can feel the wheels turning in her mind.

‘Channel all that power and try to escape. The twins are coming for us,’ I instruct, determination surging through me like a tidal wave.

I can almost hear her exasperated huff, but I dismiss it, my eyes scanning for any opportunity to flee. As we are pulled down the dimly lit hallways, I catch sight of it—the corridor lined with trees, a glimmer of hope in this nightmare.

I channel some of Beren’s energy, focusing it into my teeth. With a swift motion, I sink our fangs into Thomas’s wrist, twisting my head violently to tear open his flesh.

He howls in agony, the sound echoing off the walls, and in that moment, he releases me.

“How dare you!” Francesca shrieks, her voice a thunderclap of fury as she whirls around to face me. “You’re getting blood everywhere!”

I can’t help but scoff inwardly; she’s worried about the blood? I push aside my thoughts and reach deep within my and Beren’s subconscious, searching for the presence I know is lurking there. It’s there, just within reach.

“Enough!” I scream, channeling the power that surges through me, feeling it pulse like a heartbeat.

The room freezes, and all eyes snap to me, a heavy silence enveloping the space.

With a sudden surge of strength, I rip my arm from Jarrett’s grasp and take a bold step back toward the tree-laden hall.

“You will let me go,” I command, my voice steady and resolute, the conviction in my words surprising even myself.

“You dare to try and use magic against me? I told you that you cannot wield magic,” Francesca scoffs, her confidence unshaken, but I can see a flicker of uncertainty beneath her bravado.

“Maybe not against you, witch, but they are wolves, and they answer to a different Goddess,” I growl, taking another step back, my heart racing with adrenaline.

“Grab her!” Francesca barks at Thomas and Jarrett, her voice laced with authority, but I can see hesitation creeping into their eyes.

“Attack her!” I counter, my own command ringing out with fierce determination.

The two traitors falter, caught in the throes of my order, their hesitation palpable as they glance at each other, uncertainty clouding their judgment.

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