Chapter 163: Bloodthirsty

Thelma’s Perspective Despite all our efforts to understand the situation, the mystery of the mark remained unsolved. Knowledge itself wasn’t the problem—we simply didn’t know how to confront what we were dealing with. Dorothy, ever the meticulous scholar, looked deeply troubled as she searched her memory. “I’ve read countless books and attended every class taught by the werewolf grandmasters, but I’ve never encountered anything like this. I don’t know how to handle it,” she admitted, frustration etched on her face. “Could a weakening spell work?” I suggested, though I knew it was a shot in the dark. Dorothy tried the spell, but its effects were negligible, offering no real relief. Meanwhile, Linda began murmuring incoherently. Her voice was weak, and her words were disjointed, as though she were speaking to an unseen force. “Snow... There’s snow everywhere... “Mother, Father... The pack... “Why? What I want... Doesn’t exist...” Her fragmented mutterings sent a