BRANDON'S POV

　　I nodded, trying to think quickly. We needed to outsmart them and get to Lydia before it was too late.

　　With determination burning in our hearts, Evan and I knew we had to act swiftly to reach Lydia. As I suggested transforming into our wolf forms, Evan nodded in agreement. There was no time to waste, and we could feel Lydia's distress through the bond.

　　On the count of three, we both shifted seamlessly into our powerful wolf forms. The transformation was swift, our bodies morphing into the embodiment of our primal strength and instincts. As wolves, we possessed heightened senses and agility, making us formidable opponents against any threat.

　　With a shared sense of purpose, Evan and I charged forward, our fur bristling with intensity. The guards surrounding the assessment chamber stood no chance against our combined might. We fought as a unified force, our movements coordinated and precise, reminiscent of the countless battles we had faced together in the past.

　　Together, we tore through the ranks of the guards, our claws and teeth striking with lethal precision. The sound of snarls and growls filled the air as we unleashed our pent-up fury upon our adversaries. Despite their numbers, they were no match for our unwavering determination and ferocity.

　　With each opponent we defeated, we drew closer to Lydia, our bond urging us forward with renewed urgency. Nothing would stand in our way as we fought to reach her, to offer her the protection and support she so desperately needed in her time of need.

　　As we fought side by side, a sense of camaraderie and solidarity washed over us. Together, we were an unstoppable force, a testament to the unbreakable bond that bound us together as mates and as warriors.

　　And as we finally breached the perimeter of the assessment chamber, our hearts swelled with relief.

　　"We made it! We did it!" Evan shouted.

　　"Indeed, now lets' find Lydia and put all this to an end." I urged.

　　As soon as we entered, we found Lydia lying there probably still hallucinating, but the way she was covered in sweat and her breathing was getting slow I knew we had to do something right now.

　　I tried to wake her up but nothing worked, that meant it was not a simple hallucination.

　　"Brandon look," Evan called and I saw few things in his hand like some weird leaves, some sort of white powder which indicated that Lydia might be stuck in her hallucinations because of some witch.

　　"Another witch?" Evan questioned.

　　"We should go find and kill that witch if we want to save her," I proposed the idea and he nodded.

　　"Finding her shouldn't be hard, if Lydia is here and all their weird stuff is also here then she shouldn't be that far." Evan said and he was right.

　　"There's a small forest behind this chamber; maybe she is there," I said. "I'm going to check. You stay here with Lydia." I instructed, and Evan nodded, staying by Lydia's side.

　　I rushed out, making my way toward the forest. I found a few clues along the path—traces of magic, disturbed leaves—but then I was stopped by a familiar face.

　　"Oleg? What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised.

　　"Oh, thank goodness I found you in time," he panted, clearly out of breath from running.

　　"You were looking for me?" I questioned, my curiosity piqued.

　　"Yes, I just found out that you're looking for the witch to kill her," he stated, and I nodded.

　　"Yes, that's the only way—"

　　"You're wrong. Killing her will endanger Lydia's life," he said, making my ears perk up.

　　"What do you mean?" I demanded, my mind racing.

　　"The witch is responsible for Lydia's hallucinations. If she is killed, that means Lydia will be trapped in her hallucinations forever, and she may never be able to come out," he explained.

　　"Oh my god, I didn't even think of that. Then what can I do to help her? She's clearly in pain; something is not right," I asked, desperate for a solution.

　　"That is up to you to decide. But the path you are going down is not the correct one. Killing the witch will not bring Lydia back," he warned.

　　"Okay," I said, turning back toward the assessment chamber. I returned and explained the situation to my brother.

　　"Then I have another plan," Evan said after thinking for a while.

　　"What?" I asked, eager for any alternative.

　　"We can join her in the other realm. If we can't kill that witch, then we can ask someone to help us take us there," he explained, and I nodded.

　　We called Cathy, a trusted witch, and asked for her help. Soon after, we felt ourselves losing grip on our own bodies, our consciousnesses being drawn into another realm.