Chapter 192

Maya's POV When that young werewolf girl named Celena looked at me with those hollow, almost resolute eyes and said, “I want you to help suppress the wolf inside me. Its thoughts are interfering with mine,” I swear my jaw nearly dropped. Merlin's beard! Suppress the wolf's mind? That was... that was like asking someone to chop off their own arm just because it occasionally flails uncontrollably! The wolf was an inseparable part of a werewolf's soul—its instinct, its power, its an amplifier of emotion. Suppress it? What's the difference between that and strangling your own soul? I stared at her pale little face, those once-bright eyes now filled only with exhaustion and struggle. A wave of immense sympathy washed over me. What torment must this poor child be enduring? “Dear Celena,” I tried to make my voice sound gentle yet firm, “I'm sorry, but I cannot do this. The soul... even for us witches, it is too complex and sacred. Forcibly su