Chapter 151: The Missing Wolves

Thelma Zane's Point of View Saving people was more important than worrying about trivial matters. Dorothy conjured a spell, driving away a cluster of ominous shadows that had been closing in on us. The shadows loomed with malicious intent, their presence oppressive and menacing. As she created this momentary window of safety, Master Hayley and I leaped forward, seizing the chance to pull the trapped individuals closest to us out of immediate danger. Master Hayley had used a peculiar spell, transforming herself into a massive, fur-covered creature. Her altered form exuded strength, and she effortlessly carried three muscular men on her broad shoulders. “My name is Julia. With Hayley's current body size, I should be the one in charge now,” the transformed figure said. It struck me as odd that her name changed along with her appearance. But given the current crisis, there was no time to dwell on peculiarities. I hoisted two of the female victims and dashed further into the