Chapter 108 After the Storm

**Thelma Zane’s POV** After ensuring Dorothy was safely transported to the ambulance, I returned to the flower terrace, now a battlefield bearing the scars of our confrontation. The once-arrogant witch, who had exuded an air of invincibility, was now restrained, bound tightly with enchanted ropes. These were no ordinary bindings; they were crafted with spells from a legendary witch of the past, specifically designed to suppress even the most formidable of captives. For the first time, I noticed a flicker of fear cross her face, but she quickly masked it with feigned bravado. “Don’t think you’ve won so easily,” she hissed, her voice laced with false confidence. I had no patience for her empty threats. Placing a firm hand over her mouth, I silenced her. “Save your energy, witch. You’ll need it to face the interrogation. Useless words won’t help you now.” Ignoring her muffled protests, I gestured to the warriors and werewolf grandmasters. “Secure her in the prison cart. She’s