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It wasn’t until Kassandra could no longer sense Fiona’s presence that she revealed a different look in her eyes.

“Wait,” Kassandra stood beneath the tallest tree deep within the forest, her fingers making continuous gestures that left Hazel utterly baffled. They had no idea what was happening.

Kassandra inserted her fingers into the tree trunk, and soon, black liquid oozed out of it. Kassandra scooped up some mud from the ground and pressed it onto the black substance. It began to boil and then evaporated.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Hazel watched in astonishment. She had no idea what Kassandra was doing, but her eyes remained fixed on the tall tree.

She had always thought that witches and magic were fake, that magic didn’t exist or had long disappeared. Perhaps they had just learned some sort of illusion, but Kassandra seemed different from those people. She appeared to genuinely possess magic.

“Kassandra, you can speak the truth now,” Cyril said, looking at her.

While in the hospital room, Cyril had known that Kassandra hadn’t told the truth.

Kassandra was a powerful witch, and her family, the McGo Family, was the most prestigious witch family. The McGo Family was well-known, with an impeccable reputation.

Among the McGo Family, Kassandra was the most formidable. She lived in seclusion in the woods, and her exact whereabouts were unknown. Even Cyril had taken considerable effort to find her.

“A dirty soul,” Kassandra said, uttering only that one phrase.

Her words furrowed Cyril’s brows.

A dirty soul? What did that mean?

“Kassandra, do you mean there’s a problem?” Hazel approached Kassandra, convinced that there was something wrong with Fiona’s injuries, but she didn’t know what it was.

Kassandra nodded, then began to explain, “She is Fiona, and yet not Fiona.”

“The injuries on her body result from a curse-a curse that contains both poison and incantations. We must remove the poison before we can dispel the curse,” Kassandra emphasized.

Cyril and Hazel exchanged glances. The situation seemed more complicated than they had imagined.

“What kind of poison is it?” Hazel asked, wanting to understand.

“It’s a poison that specifically affects werewolves. To administer the poison, the attacker must smear their blood on wolf’s bane and then grind it to a paste,” Kassandra explained while pressing mud onto the tree, addressing Cyril and Hazel.

Hazel listened carefully to Kassandra’s words. She knew what wolf’s bane was; it was a plant that werewolves feared, similar to how vampires feared vervain. They couldn’t come into contact with it.

“What happens next?” Cyril inquired, clearly familiar with wolf’s bane.

“They will coat it on a certain type of weapon. Silver, to be precise, and then use that weapon to attack,” Kassandra explained, her expression serious.

Kassandra was well aware of the power of wolf’s bane and silver against werewolves. In large quantities, it could be lethal.

“So, you mean Fiona’s wounds are due to wolf’s bane and silver?” Hazel got to the point, thinking about the woman who had attacked Fiona, her gaze turning fierce.

Kassandra nodded. Indeed, it was a malicious method.

Every werewolf knew the consequences of wolf’s bane and silver on their bodies, yet some still chose to use them.

“Fiona’s injuries are due to a curse cast alongside a toxin, making them challenging to heal,” Kassandra walked over to Cyril. He had to come to terms with this.

“I can’t disclose the details of the curse; it’s a witch’s secret,” Kassandra said.

Cyril agreed. Getting Kassandra’s help was already a cause for celebration, and he couldn’t ask his allies to do more. Perhaps in the future, there would be other ways she could assist.

Witches always had their unique personalities. Kassandra had her responsibilities and duties, including safeguarding her family’s secrets.

“Can you break this curse, Kassandra?” Hazel’s eyes were filled with anxiety.

“I can, and I have already figured out how to neutralize the poison,” Kassandra replied without telling them that the curse was exclusive to the McGo Family. The presence of this unique curse on an injured werewolf suggested that someone within their family might be a traitor, passing this curse on to those who wished to use it.

Matters concerning witch families should be left to witches to resolve.

“But first, you should determine if this curse needs to be lifted,” Kassandra looked at Cyril. It typically backfired when someone with ill intentions used this curse.

“What did you mean by what you said earlier?” Hazel pressed for an answer.

“She is indeed Fiona in the flesh, but her soul is not,” Kassandra gestured with her fingers, a mysterious smile on her face. She hadn’t encountered a situation like this in a long time.

“Impersonating Fiona,” Cyril whispered softly. His tone was affirmative. Kassandra didn’t mince words, and Cyril could only consider the possibility of someone impersonating Fiona. Perhaps many outsiders had infiltrated his pack.

A group of mysterious outsiders quietly infiltrating the world’s largest pack-what was their motive?

“Maybe Fiona has been dead for a while,” the thought hit Hazel, making her throat bitter. She now understood why she had seen something fake about Fiona when she looked at her. Perhaps the person lying in the hospital bed was never Fiona. She was impersonated by an unidentified woman, or perhaps even a man. Who could guess the true identity of that actor?

“Hazel, remember what I’ve told you. You’re favored by the gods,” Kassandra circled around Hazel. Her scent was likely to excite everyone.

However, not everyone could handle the surprises Hazel brought. Only someone with blood closely tied to her could truly possess her. Hazel had yet to realize how powerful her abilities could be. She had secrets within her.

“How can we confirm her identity?” Hazel questioned. If the person lying in the hospital bed wasn’t the real Fiona, then who could she be? They couldn’t trust anything the fake Fiona had said.

“The person who used this curse will have a crescent-shaped wound on their chest,” Kassandra looked at Hazel, hoping this would help them discover the real Fiona.

Kassandra also didn’t want to see innocent people harmed, but she hadn’t anticipated that someone would use their McGo Family’s curse.

“So, it means that as long as someone has a crescent-shaped wound, they’re the one who cast the curse?” Hazel felt like she was grasping a crucial point.

“Perhaps someone used a last-ditch trick,” Kassandra chuckled. She was well-acquainted with such low-level tactics. She wasn’t sure if it was the fake Fiona or someone from their family who cast the curse.

Hazel looked at Kassandra, sensing that she could see a lot in a single glance. Cyril had made the right decision to seek her help. After all, Fiona’s injuries were beyond conventional medical treatment. They needed a more effective solution.

“Maybe the injured person is the one who cast the curse,” Hazel whispered.

Kassandra nodded appreciatively, acknowledging Hazel’s sharp insight and judgment.

“Alpha, danger is approaching. Are you prepared?” Kassandra’s words didn’t elicit fear or worry from Cyril.

From the moment he became the Alpha of The Iron Star Pack, Cyril had foreseen this day. Danger had never truly disappeared; it had always been there.

“Kassandra, I might need your help,” Cyril’s words left Kassandra in thought.

As the most powerful witch in the McGo Family, Kassandra possessed supreme magical abilities, but these powers were confined to the world of witches. Her mother had sworn not to interfere in non-witch matters.

“Cyril, you know we witches tend to stay out of worldly affairs,” Kassandra, as the current head of the McGo Family, had to take responsibility for the entire family.

Witches might have magical abilities, but they couldn’t use them recklessly, as it would lead to a backlash. However, when it came to fighting for justice, that was a different matter. Assisting Cyril in examining Fiona’s situation had been a gesture of goodwill, and she was willing to help her friend. But if it came to joining a dangerous and unknown battle, Kassandra needed time to consider. She had to think about the bigger picture and her family’s interests.

“Kassandra, I will give you time to think it over,” Cyril didn’t like others defying his orders, but Kassandra didn’t belong to any particular pack; she was a witch. Kassandra’s family had a significant reputation, and she had negotiation leverage. Cyril respected each of his allies.

“Thank you, Alpha.”

Kassandra waved her fingers, and her gaze ultimately settled on Hazel. She was a miracle.