To my surprise, I caught a glimpse of a red light in the aide’s eyes.


    Red light?


    A sense of foreboding suddenly gripped my heart.


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    In a sh, I was taken back to the night when Patrick shed with Debra.


    Something had changed in Patrick; he was under mind control.


    His eyes, simr to that aide’s, had a subtle red shimmer, almost hidden unless one paid close attention.


    Could it be that this aide was also under a witch’s control?


    Before I had a chance to act, the aide’s wolf ws were suddenly on disy.


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    “Watch out!” I shouted in rm, my heart racing.


    The aide moved with incredible speed, catching everyone off guard, especially Patrick who was utterly unprepared.


    With a heavy fall, Patrick hit the ground, tackled by the aide.


    As they fell, the aide’s ws dug into Patrick’s stomach, releasing a flood of blood that stained his clothing deep red.


    “You…”


    Patrick was sprawled out, staring in shock.


    He reached out, attempting to stop the aide, who seemed consumed by madness.


    His expression was distorted with anger, and he wasn’t satisfied with just the wound; he aimed his fangs at Patrick’s throat.


    Damn it! He was intent on ending Patrick’s life right there!


    “Stop this at once!” I yelled, fueled by rage, and sprinted towards them, managing to kick the aide away just in time.


    The rest of the group came to their senses, yet they hesitated to intervene, watching from a distance, paralyzed by fear.


    I rushed to aid Patrick, but the aide, driven by a relentless will, lunged at us once more.


    He was fixated on Patrick.


    To shield Patrick from more damage, I was forced to turn into my wolf form and confront the aide.


    “Howl!”


    Originally, my n was to take the aide alive so we could find out who was controlling him.


    But the aide, lost to the mind control, fought back fiercely, as if he had nothing to lose, pushing me to defend myself with equal force.


    In an effort to end the fight quickly and tend to Patrick’s wounds, I saw an opening in the aide’s defense and struck his chest with my ws.


    Just as I aimed, my ws prated the aide’s chest, with his blood spilling out as he fell to the ground, writhing in pain.