Chapter 75: The Legend of the Pure White Witch

**Thelma Zane’s Point of View** Aldrich’s arms wrapped around me with such intensity, as if he intended to fuse our very beings into one. His hold was not just physical but emotional, an embrace filled with love, fear, and the silent promise of protection. In that moment, it felt as though the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of us in our little bubble of warmth and solace. We lay together in a field of daisies, their vibrant colors defying the harshness of the winter around us. Hand in hand, head to head, we resembled newborn wolf cubs, seeking comfort in each other’s presence. The cold, unforgiving world beyond the blossoms seemed distant, insignificant even. “Flowers blooming in winter—it’s almost magical,” I said softly, plucking a delicate petal from one of the daisies. I twirled it between my fingers, marveling at its resilience. “Perhaps sorcery isn’t entirely worthless. It has its moments of wonder, like allowing us to feel the warmth of spring in th