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“No idea. But from what I’ve heard, you haven’t transformed since you turned sixteen. So, it’s either your wolf’s been silenced…chained or bound by some kind of magic. Or you’re just a really late bloomer.” I turned that over in my head as we stepped outside into the crisp, snowy air. Silenced? Bound? Late bloomer? Which one could it be? The questions piled up like snowdrifts. “How do you suggest I fix it?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “Seek out a healer. Or a witch. Or you try summoning her yourself…meditation, blood rituals, whatever works. Or…” She hesitated. “The king could use his royal command voice. Since you’re his mate, it might force her out. But there’s a side effect if he doe

“Luna Katarina, you should listen to the Grand Alpha.” “Do you have the wolf cure or not?” I ask, my patience running thin. “Even if I did, you wouldn’t be able to take it,” Maik says plainly. “It would overwhelm your humanity and kill you in an instant.” My heart pounds. “But it worked for a werewolf before. Why wouldn’t it work for me?” “That was a werewolf who had already transformed. The cure killed the wolf—so the man could survive. In your case, your wolf is still dormant. If you take the cure now, it will destroy your humanity and your wolf.”

Bryan said, and from the side, Ryker nodded in agreement. "Alright then," Kira smiled. "Let's go." The battlefield was quieter now, and among the remaining werewolf warriors, some of the elven warriors who had the ability to heal with magic and herbs kneeled beside some wounded werewolf warriors, treating them and helping them heal. Some used magic, their hands glowing with soft light as they gently healed the wound, closing gashes and soothing bruises with a touch, while others that worked with herbs and natural remedies carefully applied poultices and salves to help speed up the recovery.

I furrowed my brows, still weirded out by the sudden question. “Well, it is mostly for hunting like aconitum, artemisia, lupine-” “Lupine,” she replied in an instant. “How is that supposed to be the answer?” Both Alarick and I asked. “Lupine is poisonous to werewolves. Once a hunter puts some of it in his spear and you get wounded by it.” I nodded at what she said. That is what I do all the time. “But it can prevent you from turning into a werewolf when it is directly ingested.” My eyes widened at what she said.

"What do you think you'll transform into this time?" His two friends laughed loudly. "A flea wolf!" "A forest rat!" "Hahaha!" Raven gritted his teeth. It hurt. Not from the push. But because they might be right. Tomorrow was a very important day. The Blood Moon Festival only happens once every five years. On that night, the moon's energy reached its peak. Teenagers who had turned eighteen would undergo a ritual to awaken their true powers. Some became Betas. Some became Gammas. A few talented ones might even become Alphas. It all depended on each werewolf's abilities.

Andreza explained in a calm but firm voice: “Maya, it is time to take an important step in your journey to becoming a werewolf. You will need to undergo a complicated ritual to ensure that when the time comes for your first transformation, your vampire side is dormant, so that the healing process will not be activated. This is crucial so that your body can go through the transformation without fighting it.”

"At least explain why?!" Xavier sighs before flipping open a page. He thought he won't look like an idiot when he talked to him in his head in case he slips up and creates awkward facial expressions. "Werewolf senses require werewolf mana to operate. My guess is that Mr. Zyris is using something to block werewolf and vampire hearing to avoid anyone hearing about their conversation."

I tapped his cheeks, "Please open your eyes and tell me what to do? Why did you have to confront him?" "Your blood" he rasped and I was confused, "my blood?" "I was bitten by him, and a werewolf fang on a wizard is fatal, only the blood of a witch or wizard can neutralize its poison" "Alright, just tell me what to do" "Take a chalk, draw a circle and place me within it, then walk around the circle seven times chanting the karachika mantra, then cut yourself and let the blood drop on the injury"

I turned away from him immediately and sat on a chair close to his shattered desk. “So, how do you plan on getting everyone healed?” I asked. “Honestly, I'm not sure. I'm frankly quite disappointed in myself because I always have a solution to every problem. But as much as I hate to admit it..." He said. He raised his head to face me, then continued, “I'm out of ideas." He got off the ground and handed my rag over to me, saying, “Currently, there's no physical means of removing the wolf's bane from the werewolf's blood stream. The only way to save the person from suffering is either by killing the person or by magic.