章節 44: The Self

Dorothy's POV:

That day came without warning.

My mixed bloodline silently and rapidly exploded. Without me knowing it, I became a witch with a wolf.

Or rather, a wolf that could do magic.

I didn't know how to face my grandmother. She had always hated the half of me that was my father's. Caning, burning, silver whips, smuggled 'holy water'... I couldn't even remember how many punishments or 'purification' I'd suffered.

Obviously, all these methods were useless. The witch's blood, which my grandmother denounced as 'trash', finally took root and sprouted in my body.

I was brought to the palace and met with the Lycan King. I believed he was about to execute me like he would kill a mouse found in a granary.

That was good too. I was not afraid of death. Death was my release.

The Lycan King was not as imposing as he was on the television or on the posters. He smiled kindly with a compassionate look in his eyes.