Chapter 89: The Duality of Faith

**Thelma Zane’s Perspective** The moment I noticed the tears welling in Dorothy’s eyes, a pang of guilt shot through me. I had clearly said the wrong thing, and now my words had hurt her. The great werewolf princess, Thelma, had made her dear friend cry. “I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have said that!” I apologized hastily, fumbling for a way to make amends. Dorothy, however, seemed lost in her own thoughts. Her expression was one of deep frustration, her brows furrowed as she shook her head violently. She grabbed handfuls of her hair, muttering words too soft for me to catch. “Dorothy, are you alright?” Concerned, I debated whether to summon one of the werewolf grandmasters. Sorcery could sometimes have profound psychological effects, especially when cast in great concentration or under stress. It wasn’t unheard of for witches to experience emotional or mental strain as a result of their craft. Could Dorothy be experiencing such side effects? Just as I reached for my comm