Chapter 185: The Urgency of the Rocky Mountains

Thelma Zane’s POV The night was quiet, save for the faint rustling of leaves outside the window. My mother sat peacefully in her bedroom, her focus absorbed in a book under the warm glow of the lamp. I burst in, my breath coming in frantic gasps. "Mother! Dorothy is in trouble!" I exclaimed, my voice laced with panic. "There’s something wrong with her! Our mind link sent a strange fluctuation—it felt unnatural. I’m certain her mental state has been compromised." My mother looked up from her book, startled by my sudden entrance. She set it aside and spoke calmly, though her concern was evident. "Take a deep breath, Thelma. How can you be so sure? Did you perhaps have a nightmare?" I shook my head vigorously. "No, Mother, this isn’t a dream. For the past few days, Dorothy and I have been communicating every night. She always says goodnight before ending our conversations. But tonight, she didn’t. Instead, I felt a bizarre, disconcerting vibration from our link. It was as tho