章 113: The Witch's Son

"My Lady!"

A tall, muscular woman burst into Tanya's chamber, her hands gripping Tanya's shoulders with an urgency that sent a chill through the air. 

Her bright orange eyes, usually fierce and unyielding, now shone with despair. It was Cara—one of the pure-blooded panthers who worked in King Fenrir's palace, serving Tanya as both her personal guard and her devoted lady-in-waiting.

Despite being a pure-blooded beast, Cara held no disdain for humans. In fact, her encounter with Tanya had turned indifference into admiration. The human witch's extraordinary talents had captivated her, and Tanya's warm, compassionate nature had forged a bond Cara hadn't anticipated.

Serving Tanya wasn't just a duty—it was a privilege. And it was that very sense of loyalty that now brought Cara to Tanya's room in the dead of night, fully dressed and prepared to act.

"What is going on, Cara? Is something the matter?"