Selma Payne's POV:
"I don't understand. Maybe because I hadn't lived with my parents for the past eighteen years, some invisible changes happened." I hid under the blanket. "That's the only explanation I can think of. I can't possibly not be my parents' child, right? You can't lie about blood relations."
Dorothy patted me through the sleeping bag to comfort me. "Don't worry. When everything is over, we'll discuss this. The werewolf grandmasters have all kinds of specialties. Someone must have a way."
The next morning.
It was just five o'clock when the members at the witch clan ruins woke up. The team members cleaned up the mess from last night in an orderly manner.
Dorothy and I continued our exploration. This time, we were careful. We moved luggage, cabinets, beds, and other mobile items away from their original positions, hoping to find some hidden rooms or secret passages.
