Yet, my father’s reaction was tempered, dampening my excitement as he cautioned, “Temper your expectations.


    Like many of her kind, Cami harbors deep animosity towards werewolves.


    It’s unlikely she’ll divulge anything to us.


    ”


    Acknowledging his point, I persisted, “Regardless of Cami’s willingness to cooperate, I’m determined to meet her.


    I aim to contribute in any way I can.


    ”


    My desire to visit Cami wasn’t solely about uncovering the truth.


    As a fellow witch, I felt a kinship with her and yearned to alleviate her suffering, unwilling to let her endure her final days in such dismal conditions.


    Unable to sway my resolve, my father consented to my request.


    Nheless, he harbored concerns about my potential disillusionment.


    Before escorting me to the dungeon, he cautioned, “Prepare yourself for the possibility that Cami may not cooperate.


    Try not to show your disappointment.


    ”


    I had no option but to acknowledge.


    “Alright, I understand.


    ”


    Thus, I apanied my father to the dungeon’s depths.


    Given werewolves’ disdain and fear of witches, Cami was confined in the dungeon’s most remote section.


    Nearing the furthest cell, I found myself nervously rubbing my hands.


    This secluded area was seldom visited.


    The darkness, dampness, and pervasive odor of decay created an oppressive and unweing atmosphere.Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    Taking a deep breath, I entered the cell where the witch was detained.


    My eyes immediately found Cami.


    Her appearance was startling: emaciated, d in tattered garments, huddled in a corner.


    Her hair had turnedpletely white, and though her eyes were hollow, they possessed an unsettling rity andposure, as if she had witnessed the extremities of existence.


    Her face, etched with deep wrinkles, narrated her life’s story.


    Cami’splexion was unnaturally pale due to her prolonged confinement, bearing an eerie resemnce to a cadaver.


    Alerted by our footsteps, Cami lifted her head and offered us a cursory nce.


    Upon recognizing me and my father, a hint of scorn crossed her features before she closed her eyes with disinterest.


    Her disdain for my father was palpable; she couldn’t even bear to look at him


    .


    To her, life and death seemed inconsequential.


    Although Cami was ware that my father, as the pack’s alpha, held the power of life and death over her, she remained indifferent.


    Her refusal to even feign courtesy underscored her contempt and resignation.


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    “You…” My father’s brow knitted together.


    A storm was clearly brewing in his expression.


    He was on the cusp of unleashing a tirade upon Cami when I stepped in, intercepting his wrath with a gentle shake of my head.


    “Dad, allow me this.


    Observe from the sidelines; I’ll handle the situation.


    ”


    He surveyed the scene-Cami’s defiant stance, my pleading eyes—and after a moment’s internal struggle, agreed.


    “Very well, just tread with caution,” he conceded before turning away.


    Yet, his discontent was palpable, manifesting in the sharp p of his hand against his thigh as he pivoted.