Chapter 329: An Unwelcome Encounter

**Thelma Zane’s POV:** The outskirts were eerily quiet, the desolate plain slick with mud from the unrelenting rain. Each step was a struggle, the soggy earth clinging to our feet like unseen hands. To move more efficiently, we had all shifted into our wolf forms. My black and gold wings remained visible, a glaring anomaly in the otherwise uniform appearance of the wolves. Despite their conspicuousness, the soldiers kept their focus forward, their disciplined silence masking any curiosity they might have about the fluorescent appendages behind me. Even in the dim, rain-drenched night, my enhanced vision allowed me to discern the movements of a frog hundreds of meters away. The skirmish unfolding in the distance was unmistakable—a chaotic clash that our side was struggling to control despite superior numbers. Without wasting any time, I surged forward, determined to provide the necessary reinforcements. As we drew closer, the grim reality of the battle became clear. Seven wanderers w