Stepped Up [COMPLETE]

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My enchantment reluctantly released Rick, unceremoniously depositing his bare figure onto the frigid late-winter ground. Emitting a disgruntled grunt in my direction, he rose to his feet with a noticeable lack of grace. Despite the fierce glare, he shot my way, I couldn't help but roll my eyes, dismissing his attempt to assert dominance.

Undeterred by his futile intimidation tactics, Rick unleashed a primal growl reverberating through the air. Accompanied by a distinctive cracking sound, his body gradually transformed as he shifted into his werewolf form. The atmosphere seemed to shudder with magical energy, darkening the sky and freezing everything in its place. The wildlife scattered, sensing the impending clash of an angry predator gearing up for battle.

Rick loomed like a colossal entity in his werewolf incarnation – almost three times the size of an average wolf; his fur was a dense, jet-black coat. Massive, nearly bear-sized paws scraped against the ground as he oriented himself. His eyes gleamed with a brilliant gold hue, and saliva dripped menacingly from his formidable canines.

I could have mirrored his transformation, but being pregnant, my wolf form wasn't that of an Alpha male. While it was possible to shift during pregnancy, many chose to abstain due to the immense stress and strain it imposed on the body, particularly in such delicate times. Besides, as a witch, my potency lay in my magical abilities, rendering my human form more advantageous in this encounter.

"HOPE!" Amidst the chaos, Jack's muffled cries reached my ears, a desperate symphony of frustration and rage as he futilely punched and clawed at the impenetrable, circular force field I had skillfully conjured. Determinedly, I pushed aside the echoes of his yells, shutting them out of my mind to concentrate on the paramount task.

As the first growls reverberated, the anticipation thickened. Rick lunged forward, his jaws snapping with deadly precision. I moved with the agility of a phantom, deftly dodging his attack. The moonlit shadows embraced my form as I weaved through the air, responding to his onslaught with a swift dance of evasion. To disrupt his ferocious assault, I summoned gusts of wind, creating a temporary barrier that momentarily slowed the relentless advance of the frenzied Alpha. Rick shook his head like a swimmer with water in his ears and tried to shake my magic. Instead, the gust of wind picked him up again, but this time, it hurtled him into a nearby tree, cracking it in two. He let out a near-demonic growl of fury.

The intensity of our battle escalated, Rick's colossal claws slashing through the air like obsidian blades, and he dodged and weaved through the gusts of winds. I was hurtling at him like balls. In response, I switched tactics and called upon the very essence of the earth, conjuring roots that burst forth from the ground to bind and restrain him. Rick let out an angry roar as he bared his teeth at his earthly binds. The roots snaked their way up his muscular legs, gripping them tight and attempting to hold him in place, yet Rick's raw power proved formidable. With a mighty surge, he shattered the enchanted bonds, launching himself at me with a renewed determination that echoed through the ancient woods.

Even as my magic sought to weaken Rick by shattering the pack bond, he remained an undeniably formidable adversary. His swift reaction and sudden surge of power destroyed the earthly bonds I had enchanted, forcing me into an involuntary pause. In that momentary hesitation, the cost became evident – the metallic tang of blood lingered in the air.

With a swipe of his bear-like paws, Rick carved through the space, his formidable strength sending me hurtling through the air, a spinning silhouette against the moonlit night. The unforgiving earth below awaited, ready to embrace me in a harsh landing, but a protective wave of my magic intervened. Instead of a bone-jarring impact, I descended gracefully. Yet, the soft landing couldn't mask the undeniable reality of the confrontation.

A grunt escaped me as I carefully rose to my feet, the once brilliantly white dress now marred by the vivid red of my own blood. A deep scratch adorned my left arm, and the hot, pulsating sensation of my life essence trickling down was a harsh reminder of Rick's ferocity. Wrapping my right hand over the wounded arm, I attempted to harness my magic to expedite the healing process. The air crackled with energy as I focused on knitting the torn tissues. However, before the restoration could be complete, Rick, undeterred, launched himself at me again with unrestrained fury.

Upon instinct, I drew upon the elemental forces coursing through my veins and with a flick of my wrist, flames erupted from my outstretched fingertips, forming a searing barrier that momentarily halted Rick's ferocious advance, the fiery glow casting an eerie light on the battleground. I breathed momentarily, collecting my bearings, but undeterred by the inferno, Rick roared with a primal intensity, lunging once more and jumping through the wall of flames. While he cleared the line of fire, he landed with a sickening crack and tumbled forward. When he returned to his feet, he was bending his front left paw at an odd angle – broken – and I could smell singed fur and burnt flesh.

Before the burgeoning flames could increase, leaving a trail of devastation and chaos in their wake, I swiftly reined in the inferno, mastering the unruly element that threatened to consume everything in its path. With a calculated flick of my wrist, I summoned water to wash away the lingering traces of my initial, impulsive reaction. Fire magic, always elusive in its control, was far from my forte.

Astute to my divided attention, Rick seized the opportunity to strike again. In a sudden, menacing lunge, he targeted my leg, his claws digging into my lower limb. A piercing scream of pain erupted from my lips as I crumpled to the ground under the weight of his assault. My instincts kicked in just in time, and I hastily crossed my arms over my face while pulling my knees up to shield the precious life growing within my bump.

As Rick loomed over me, his breath hot against my face, I couldn't help but wince at the distinct lack of mint in his oral repertoire. His long canines dripped with saliva, creating an unsettling symphony of predatory intent. With my arms forming a barrier against his neck, I resisted his attempts to lower his face and sink his teeth into mine. Meanwhile, my strategically positioned knees acted as a defence, keeping his powerful legs at bay and safeguarding the vulnerable expanse of my stomach. The struggle in the dim moonlight became a desperate dance for survival, each movement a calculated effort to protect what mattered most amidst the chaos that unfolded.

I started to feel the panic set in as I lay pinned beneath this behemoth of a beast, and I screamed so loud that the ground beneath us shook. This caused Rick to pause in his attempted assault on my neck as he attempted to plant his footing more firmly.

"GET. OFF. ME!" My anguished scream reverberated through the air, but my desperate orders fell on deaf ears as Rick, undeterred, continued to bear down on me. My hands were pressed against the unforgiving ground, rendering them useless for wielding the magic I desperately needed to repel him. Each attempt to keep his powerful jaws at bay drained more of my rapidly waning strength, the relentless pressure threatening to breach my defences and plunge me into the heart of the dangerous struggle. The dire realization settled in that I was left vulnerable to Rick's unrelenting advance without the ability to access my magic. I was going to die. I was going to die, and Elena would be taken by Rick because Jack would not survive the breaking of the mate bond. My child, growing inside me, would die too. I would be reunited with Trisha....Trisha