Liz's frustration mounted as she grappled with the inexplicable turn of events. She had hoped that Professor Marcus would provide some semblance of understanding, but his reaction mirrored her own confusion.
"I... I don't know," she replied, her voice tinged with a blend of curiosity and exasperation. She leaned against a nearby table for support, her mind racing to comprehend the situation. "I should be the one asking. What kind of remedy did you give me that made my wounds miraculously disappear?"
Professor Marcus' brows furrowed as he tried to formulate a response. "Me? I don't even know what happened to you." He gestured with a sweep of his hand, his expression a mix of incredulity and fascination.
It was clear that the phenomenon was beyond his comprehension, leaving even a seasoned scientist like him grasping for answers.
Liz clenched her fists at her sides, feeling a mixture of helplessness and determination. Her mind was a whirlwind of questions and uncertainty, each piece of the puzzle leading to more perplexity.
As Professor Marcus continued to study her in disbelief, Liz felt a pang of frustration and a yearning for answers that seemed just out of reach. With a forced smile and a nod, she bid farewell to the professor, her heart heavy with the
weight of unexplained phenomena and the journey that lay ahead.
Was Professor Marcus truly unaware, or was he deliberately withholding information? Liz's thoughts churned with suspicion as she pondered the question silently.
Lost in her thoughts, Liz continued to navigate the corridors, her mind still tangled in the mysteries that surrounded her. Suddenly, a gentle tap on her shoulder jolted her from her reverie. She turned to find Daisy standing there, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Could we talk for a moment?" Daisy asked without preamble. While Daisy was one of Professor Marcus' assistants, Liz and she weren't particularly acquainted. The sudden request piqued Liz's curiosity. What could this girl want to discuss?
Daisy had a youthful countenance, with clear blue eyes that exuded intelligence. Her chestnut hair framed her face in loose waves, and she carried herself with an air of quiet confidence. Her lab coat was neatly buttoned, and she held a notebook in one hand—a sign of her dedication to her work. Despite their lack of familiarity, there was an aura of seriousness around her that caught Liz's attention.
After a few moments of contemplation, Liz nodded stiffly, her curiosity piqued. What could Daisy possibly want to discuss, especially given the extraordinary circumstances that had transpired?
Daisy's smile widened, and she promptly led Liz to a secluded corner of the room.
"I know you're puzzled by the sudden healing of your wounds," she began in a hushed voice. Liz nodded in agreement, her attention fully captured by Daisy's demeanor. In an instant, Daisy's expression turned serious, signaling the gravity of what she was about to reveal. "I want to tell you something, something that might help you understand what's been happening with your wounds."
Raising an intrigued eyebrow, Liz leaned in. "What is it?"
Daisy cleared her throat and glanced around, ensuring that no one else was within earshot. She then leaned forward, her voice dropping to a half-whisper. "The healing of your wounds is linked to an ancient legend surrounding the formation of Wolfdale. This place used to be inhabited by mystical and mysterious creatures, the original inhabitants of Wolfdale. They were said to hide within the depths of the forest and the earth beneath Wolfdale. That's why so many inexplicable things happen here, especially concerning unexpected healing experienced by the fortunate few."
Liz's eyes widened as she absorbed Daisy's words. The legend sounded like something out of a fairy tale, yet here she was, confronted with the possibility that it held a grain of truth. The connection between the miraculous healing and the mystical beings that once dwelled in Wolfdale left her both intrigued and cautious.
"Are you saying that these beings, these creatures from the legend, are responsible for the healing?" Liz asked, her curiosity tinged with a hint of skepticism.
Daisy nodded solemnly. "It's said that their energy still lingers within Wolfdale, and occasionally, when the stars align or certain conditions are met, their influence can manifest in ways like healing."
Liz was taken aback. The notion that ancient creatures might still have an impact on the present was both enchanting and unsettling. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation at the idea.
Daisy's gaze locked onto Liz's, her expression earnest. "I've been researching this legend for years, and recent events have made me believe that there's more to it than mere folklore. The way your wounds healed—it's as if the energy of these beings recognized your connection to Wolfdale."
Liz's mind raced as she tried to process the information. If Daisy's theory held any truth, it would explain the inexplicable healing she had experienced.
She had stumbled upon a world of ancient mysteries and hidden forces that defied rational explanation.
As the weight of the revelation settled upon her, Liz found herself torn between skepticism and the tantalizing prospect of uncovering the truth behind the legend.
At least she had indeed encountered a werewolf, a concept that was still difficult to fathom. She had even found herself briefly imprinted upon by Gabriel Moonfire, a young alpha of the Silver Wolf Pack.
He had introduced himself with a blend of intensity and authority, speaking of his role as the protector of humanity and the guardians of ancient secrets, with a dash of mystical grandeur thrown in.
As Liz's mind wandered down memory lane, a wry smile tugged at her lips. Unconsciously, she rolled her eyes at the recollection of Gabriel's impassioned speech, accompanied by an unintentionally comical hero's pose that he struck.
It was hard not to picture it—the dramatic stance, the earnest expression, and a certain anatomical detail unintentionally left dangling.
Daisy's gentle touch on Liz's arm was accompanied by a sweet smile. "You're one of the lucky ones, Liz. They chose you, and that's why your wounds healed so miraculously. It might feel strange to you, but you know what? It's not really that unusual," she explained cheerfully.