Chapter 83: A Spark of Courage

**Dorothy’s Perspective** I didn’t hesitate for even a moment before speaking. My decision came with the clarity of conviction. “I will do it. When are we going?” Thelma blinked at me in surprise, momentarily caught off guard. Her expression betrayed both admiration and concern as she asked softly, “Are you sure, Dorothy? This isn’t an elective course exercise. We’re up against an unknown and incredibly powerful witch. You must think this through carefully.” “I understand, Thelma,” I replied, my tone resolute but calm. “But my choice wasn’t made in a burst of impulsiveness. I’ve thought about it enough, and I’m grateful that you thought of me first. You don’t know what that means to me. Nobody has ever trusted me this much—not as a witch and certainly not as a werewolf.” I paused, reflecting on the painful truth of my words. My grandmother had spent years trying to mold me into something I could never become: a pureblood werewolf. It was a futile effort we both knew would n