TETHERED
"I'm sorry, but I'm having trouble following. Can you simplify things for me?"
Dahlia paused, her expression softening as she adjusted her explanation to meet my understanding. "In simpler terms," she began, her tone more measured now, "I am both a werewolf and witch, but not just an average witch. I hail from a long-forgotten clan, banished from the supernatural realms decades ago. They believe us to be extinct, but our legacy lives within me.”
I remained silent, my gaze fixed on her, struggling to comprehend the gravity of her words. Despite my efforts, my mind struggled to grasp the full extent of what she was saying. Given my recent exposure to the supernatural, I couldn't entirely fault