Chapter 134: The Burden of Mutation

Thelma Zane’s POV The golden runes on my skin shimmered faintly, their energy coursing through me in steady waves. This wasn’t ordinary sorcery—this was a purification spell, a divine gift from the Moon Goddess herself. Yet, it wasn’t a sign of hope. No, these glowing runes were a reminder that my condition was dire, perhaps beyond saving. “It’s been a week,” my father said in a voice laden with exhaustion. “During this time, the doctors have issued multiple critical notices. The werewolf grandmasters have maintained a constant vigil outside your ward.” I knew why they lingered. Their presence wasn’t out of mere concern—it was a precaution. The moment I succumbed to the mutation completely, transforming into a mindless monster, they would act. The so-called "purification" was nothing more than a euphemism for my death. “But I’m still here,” I said softly, forcing a weak smile. “I’m awake, aren’t I? That must mean I’m getting better.” My father didn’t reply immediately.