Bab 163: Bloodthirsty

Selma Payne's POV:

But this didn't alleviate the problem at all. It was useless for us to know what it was because we couldn't find a way to deal with it.

I'd never seen it before. Dorothy's brows were tightly knitted together. It was clear that she was searching through her memories. "Whether in the books or the werewolf grandmaster's class, I've never seen this kind of mark. I don't know how to deal with it!"

I suggested she try a weakening spell. Dorothy tried it, but the effect was not good.

Linda murmured something, grabbing the air as if she was trying to catch some invisible ghost.

"Snow... There's snow everywhere...

"Mother, Father... The pack...

"Why? What I want... Doesn't exist..."

These meaningless words were so strange that we realized that she might have lost her mind and needed immediate treatment.