Chapter 175: Shadows of Favoritism

Thelma Zane’s POV I shook my head, rejecting the notion that Tracy or the werewolf grandmasters were to blame for my predicament. If anything, their meticulous care and diligence in monitoring my condition stemmed from their desire to ensure my safety. It would have been ungrateful and petty of me to shift any blame onto them, and I wasn’t about to make that mistake. My mother smiled, her expression softening as she said, “Of course. We all know you’re a kind and understanding child.” Despite her reassurance, I noticed my father’s concern. He was especially focused on the changes in my physical training. The transformation in my body had resulted in both positive and negative outcomes: my ability to withstand attacks had diminished, yet my overall physical fitness had improved significantly. This meant my training was less grueling than before, but his watchful eye made it clear he wasn’t entirely at ease. Then, cutting through the small talk, I asked bluntly, “This isn’t