Chapter 107 The Capture
**Dorothy’s POV**
The air around us was heavy with tension, the kind that wrapped itself tightly around your lungs and made every breath feel like a battle of its own. The werewolf grandmasters stood poised, their faces etched with a determined resolve that mirrored the gravity of the moment. One of them exchanged a look with Thelma Zane, their silent communication a clear signal that the time had come.
Thelma didn’t hesitate. Her voice cut through the chaos like a blade. “Now! Dorothy, go!”
Summoning every ounce of focus I possessed, I drew upon the invisible currents of power that surrounded us. These threads of energy, imperceptible to the untrained eye, were what I needed to manipulate to achieve our goal.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to see the intricate web of transparent lines that stretched across the world. The threads were chaotic, some tangled into impossible knots while others soared skyward, their paths seemingly endless. My task was to identify the line connected to the witch–a laborious and mentally draining process that required precision and speed.
Time was not on my side. I felt a sudden gust of wind, and an instant later, the distinct sound of a struggle reached my ears. Someone was fighting just steps away. My heart sank. The witch was attacking, and Thelma was holding her off to protect me.
The weight of the situation pressed down on me, and my fingers trembled with urgency. Each second stretched unbearably as I combed through the chaos, my mind racing to unravel the puzzle. The threads shifted, and then, suddenly, one stood out from the rest–a line darker than any shadow, twisted and knotted beyond recognition.
This line was a grotesque imitation of the natural threads of fate, a creation born of malice and sin. It radiated an unnatural energy that made my skin crawl. It wrapped around the
witch’s wrist, binding her to the atrocities she had committed.
I had found it.
Eyes snapping open, I latched onto the thread with my mind, careful not to lose the fragile connection I had established. The witch, now fully immersed in battle with Thelma, was a whirlwind of brutality. Unlike most witches, she didn’t rely solely on her magic. Her physical combat skills were honed to lethal perfection, each movement a deadly combination of power and precision.
Thelma, despite her prowess, was struggling to keep up. The silver dagger in the witch’s hand gleamed as it slashed through the air, each strike a potential fatal blow. The witch’s laughter echoed around us, cruel and mocking.
“Is this the best a noble werewolf can offer?” she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt.
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How utterly disappointing!”
She shifted her focus to me. Her pale eyes glinted with malicious intent as she lunged, her blade aimed directly at my heart. Thelma intercepted her, but not without consequence. The dagger’s edge cut into her leg, its silver taint preventing the wound from healing. Blood poured from the gash, staining the ground beneath her.
Thelma faltered, nearly collapsing from the pain, but her spirit remained unbroken. I pulled her behind me, standing between her and the witch.
“Enough!” I shouted, fury surging through my veins. “Go crawl back to the hell that spawned you! You have no place in the territory of werewolves!”
I channeled my power, directing it toward the witch. Her smug expression wavered as the strain of resisting my influence began to show. Her self–healing faltered, her body momentarily betraying her as the energy I wielded forced its way into her psyche. But then,
bun. her eyes locked onto the three white hairs woven into my
Her confidence cracked, replaced by a flicker of something that almost resembled fear. “This is
I didn’t give her the chance to finish. I seized the opportunity, dragging her into the vision of fate. It was a realm not meant for everyone, a place where even the unworthy dared not tread. Here, the threads of destiny coiled and writhed, their power absolute.
the price of The witch screamed, her defiance replaced by agony. Blood poured from her eyes, her intrusion into a domain she had no right to access. I knew the pain she endured would hasten her efforts to escape my grasp, and I couldn’t let that happen.
“Thelma!” I cried, my voice strained from the effort. “I can’t hold her for long. Do it now!“”
Thelma, bleeding and battered, forced herself to stand. Summoning every ounce of strength she had left, she grabbed the witch and hurled her toward the flower terrace where the sealing formation was waiting.
The moment the witch landed, the connection had forged with her snapped. The recoil hit me like a tidal wave, the backlash of broken magic tearing through my mind. Pain exploded in my head, and I collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from my nose and mouth.
My vision blurred, the world around me spinning into chaos. I heard distant voices shouting, but the words were incomprehensible. A shadow loomed over me, warm hands lifting me off the ground. I tried to speak, to assure them I was fine, but my body refused to cooperate.
Darkness swallowed me whole.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying in a field surrounded by wolves. A healer knelt beside me, his arm wrapped in a makeshift bandage.
“You’re awake,” he said, his voice tinged with relief. “Wait here. I’ll fetch Miss Thelma.”
Chapter 107 The Capture
As he left, I raised a hand to my face, my fingers brushing against the cloth wrapped around my eyes. Confusion set in. My eyes were bandaged, yet I could see the world around me as clearly as if nothing were wrong.
Panic bubbled beneath the surface, but I forced it down. Now was not the time to dwell on the impossible.
Thelma appeared moments later, a mixture of relief and concern etched across her face. She knelt beside me, carefully helping me sit up.
“How are you feeling?” she asked gently. “The healers say you’ve suffered a concussion and temporary blindness. Thankfully, there are no permanent injuries.”
I winced as nausea rolled through me. “I feel like I’m going to be sick,” I admitted.
“That’s to
the palace Concussion,” Thelma said. “You need to rest. I’ll have someone escort you!
“Wait!” I grabbed her hand, my desperation evident. “What about the witch? Did we seal her?”
Thelma nodded, her expression softening. “Yes, she’s under control. The werewolf grandmasters are ensuring she stays that way. You did it, Dorothy.”
Relief flooded me, and my body sagged against her. The edges of my vision darkened once more as exhaustion claimed me.
This time, I welcomed the darkness, secure in the knowledge that our mission had been a
success.
