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
