Chapter 184: A Whisper of Danger

Thelma Zane’s POV Dorothy’s voice gradually weakened until the mind link between us dissolved entirely, leaving me in a state of quiet unease. The following three days felt as though they had been stretched out to eternity. Each hour passed with an oppressive slowness, and every moment was consumed by thoughts of the Rocky Mountains. I imagined the progress being made there and yearned desperately to be part of it. My desire to grow wings and fly directly to Dorothy’s side was almost unbearable. As expected, Tracy and the werewolf grandmasters struggled to provide any meaningful insights during the observation period. It wasn’t their fault, of course. My situation was unprecedented—a new frontier in their research. I doubted they’d ever encountered anyone with an experience even remotely similar to mine. Studying me was as daunting as trying to solve a rare, incurable disease with only a handful of cases to analyze. Yet, the three days weren’t entirely fruitless. There was