I requested, âDad, please help me investigate the situation with the Thorn Edge Pack and the witches.
I can only stop Galeâs plan and prevent bigger disasters once I know the truth.
â
âWell⦠Iâll consider itâ¦â My father pondered deeply, resting his chin on his hand, lost in thought.
Just as I was about to think that there was no hope, a spark lit up in his eyes.
He clapped his hands and exclaimed, âWait, I recall thereâs a witch locked up in the Silver Ridge Packâs dungeon.
If we can convince her to talk, perhaps weâll uncover some of the truth.
â
My fatherâs words caught me off guard.
I couldnât resist asking, âDad, when did a witch end up in the Silver Ridge Packâs prison? How come I wasnât aware?â
My question seemed to remind my fatherâs memory about something.
He sighed and replied with a bitter smile, âYour mother, before revealing her witch identity, secretly aided many witches.
One of them goes by the name Camilla Alvarez.
Due to her old age, your mother had her work as a cleaner in the villa to evade being hunted by werewolves.
â
I acknowledged with a nod.
My mother had mentioned her assistance to other witches.
Curiously, I asked, âHow did Camilla get imprisoned?â
My father was upfront and told me straight, âWhen I learned who your mom was, the Silver Ridge Pack became more strict on their witch hunts.
They didnât just keep a close eye on people coming in; they also searched the pack itself.
So it wasnât long before they figured out Camilla is a witch, and I had to lock her up in the dungeon.
â
Debraâs POV:
âWhat ?â
My eyes widened in sheer astonishment.
Imprisoned? That didnât seem like something my father would do.
Given his temperament, wouldnât he have chosen to eliminate the witch to avert any future calamities?
Overwhelmed by surprise, I voiced my confusion spontaneously.
âDad, you despised witches back then, so why did you spare Camillaâs life instead of eliminating her? Why?â
A slight twitch crossed my fatherâs lips, accompanied by a self-deprec
ting smile.
âIt appears youâre quite familiar with my nature.
â
He shared with a bitter smile, âIndeed, I had every intention of ending Camillaâs life, but your motherâs formidable display of power left me apprehensive she might seek vengeance.
To safeguard against your motherâs potential return, I felt compelled to keep Camilla alive, confining her in the dungeon.
â
Curious, I probed, âWhat happened next?â
This approach seemed uncharacteristic of my father.
As expected, he elaborated, âMy plan was to extract your motherâs location from Camilla, but her loyalty was unwavering, and she disclosed nothing.
Subsequently, my duties demanded my attention, and with Camilla causing no disturbances in the dungeon, I opted to retain her as leverage.
Should your mother have threatened the Silver Ridge Pack, I intended to use Camilla as a bargaining chip.
Over time, I gradually overlooked her presence in the dungeon.
â
âI understandâ¦â I found myself at a loss for words.
My father added, âCamilla has aged considerably.
Rumors suggest she was once a formidable witch and has lived an extensive life.
She might possess knowledge about the Thorn Edge Pack and the witches.
â
âThatâs great!â My enthusiasm ignited.
âDad, I implore you to allow me to meet her.
â