Chapter 90: The Fierce Grandmother

**Thelma Zane’s Perspective** "Actually, if you asked me a year ago, I would have chosen the Moon Goddess without a second thought." Dorothy's voice was distant, her eyes blank as if she had suddenly been transported to another place, lost in the past. "But times have changed, and everything has changed with them." She paused, as though collecting her thoughts, before continuing, "Since I've made the decision to walk this path, to embrace both my werewolf nature and my witch heritage, I no longer feel the need to choose one god over the other. It would be unreasonable and selfish to split my faith like that. If I did, I'd never be at peace with myself. No god would accept such an unfaithful follower, and I would lose everything I hold dear." I listened carefully, trying to understand the depth of her reasoning. "If my identity cannot be separated," she continued, "then why should my faith be? I'll pray under the moonlight like any devout werewolf and follow the path of fate