Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate

As we stepped off the plane, the unease that had been gnawing at me only grew stronger. The flight attendant's cryptic words echoed in my mind, over and over. "Enjoy the surprise we've prepared for you." It felt like a threat, yet there was no immediate danger, nothing visibly wrong. The air was thick with anticipation, but for now, there was only silence.

The drive to the packhouse was unsettlingly quiet. Nathan and Tristan exchanged glances, their tension matching mine, though none of us spoke the thoughts racing through our minds. I could feel the twins' worry deep through our bond, but I kept my focus steady. I needed to be the calm one, the one who stayed sharp when everything around us started to crumble.

But as we arrived in Alaska, the silence became unbearable. There was no one to greet us, no familiar faces rushing to meet us at the edge of the pack's land. Just an empty, unsettling stillness. My heart pounded in my chest as the three of us stepped out of the car, the familiar scents of home barely detectable.

"I don't like this," I muttered under my breath.

Nathan took a deep breath and took my hand in his, and gave a tight squeeze.

Something was very wrong.

I knew it.

"Where is everyone?" Tristan murmured, his voice laced with confusion as his eyes scanned the empty space around the packhouse. The usual activity-the sounds of voices, footsteps, life-was nowhere to be found.

Nathan moved ahead, his jaw clenched, and we followed him toward the front doors. They were unlocked, and the house was quiet. Too quiet.

We searched every room, every corner, calling out for someone-anyone-but there was no answer. It was like the place had been abandoned in a rush, yet nothing seemed out of place. The furniture was untouched, as though the families had simply vanished without a trace.

I could feel the panic rising in my chest, but I forced it down. This wasn't the time to lose control. "Maybe they went somewhere for safety," I said, though I didn't believe my own words. Not really. My voice was steadier than I felt. "Maybe they left before we got here."

Nathan stopped in his tracks, his fists clenched tightly. "No. They wouldn't just leave without telling us. Their phones are not even reachable."

Tristan's eyes darkened as he paced the room, his mind already racing. "It's not possible for them to have vanished like this. We would have known. We would've sensed something."

It was then that the realization hit me like a punch to the gut. The witch. She'd made her move again.

I swallowed hard, the weight of it settling over me like a dark cloud. The flight attendant's warning, the eerie tension, the way everything felt just slightly off-it all pointed to one thing. We had walked right into her trap, and we hadn't even realized it.

The twins turned to me, waiting, their expressions grim. Nathan's voice was tight, barely restrained. "Ella, what's going on?"

I took a deep breath, trying to make sense of it myself. "The witch," I whispered. "She's done something, something big. But... how? How could she make an entire pack disappear like this? It doesn't make sense."

Tristan's face was hard, his voice edged with desperation. "We have no leads. No trail. It's like they were wiped off the map."

Nathan's jaw tightened, his frustration spilling over. "How could we not have known? How could this happen under our noses?"

I shook my head, unable to answer. The sheer scope of what had happened, the thought that the witch had managed to make everyone disappear-both the twins' parents and Wendy's family-it was terrifying. It left us feeling utterly powerless.

I glanced between the two of them, trying to hold onto some sliver of hope. But it was hard when every room we checked, every corner we searched, yielded the same emptiness. I could see the fear in their eyes, the weight of it bearing down on all of us.

"How could she do this?" I whispered, my voice cracking with disbelief. "How could she erase them like this?"

Nathan ran a hand through his hair, frustration and fear warring on his face. "There has to be something we missed. Some sign. A clue."

Tristan remained silent, his eyes dark, scanning the room as if he could will the answers into existence.

But deep down, I knew. The witch had been planning this for a long time. She had been moving her pieces on the board, manipulating things behind the scenes while we were distracted by other threats. And now, she had struck in a way that left us grasping at nothing.

Hopelessness clawed at me, but I couldn't let it take hold. Not yet. I had to stay rong-for them, for our families.noveldrama

"We'll find them," I said firmly, though the uncertainty in my chest gnawed at me. "We'll figure this out."

But as the three of us stood in the silence of the empty house, the reality of our situation pressed in, heavy and suffocating.

How could the witch have done this? How could she have made them all disappear without a trace?

And more importantly... What was her next move?

"We have to find the clue." I said, determination coursing through my veins.

The air inside the packhouse felt

suffocating thick with the weight of dread. My mind raced as I walked into the living room, where everything seemed untouched, yet eerily wrong. It felt as if the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting for the moment we'd finally realize the full extent of the

nightmare we had walked into.

And then I saw it on the table.