efore I could react with happiness, I suddenly became dizzy.
The room began spinning in front of my eyes, and my heart began beating erratically.
I couldnât speak a word.
All of a sudden, my world went black and I collapsed.
Debraâs POV:
The inky abyss, like a tempestuous sea, pulled me into its swirling depths.
Slowly, consciousness slipped away.
âDebra? Debra!â
My wolf, Ivy, called my name repeatedly, her voice strained.
Her muffled voice echoed in my head.
Finally, I awoke from my deep slumber and regained my senses, blinking my eyes open.
âIvy, what happened?â I asked, my mind blank and foggy.
With a relieved sigh, Ivy responded, âYouâve exerted too much witch power, and itâs left you drained.
Using witch power is more exhausting than transforming into a wolf.
Your body couldnât handle it, and you fell into a deep sleep.
â
âOh, I see.
â
It suddenly dawned on me.
I used to believe that witch power was all-powerful.
It could heal, manipulate, and wreak havoc, even manipulate time.
Witches seemed far mightier than werewolves.
How could they have been defeated?
It was only now that I grasped the truth.
While witches possessed incredible power, wielding it drained them significantly.
Furthermore, it demanded their complete concentration, rendering them vulnerable in close combat, unlike werewolves.
As I pondered, Ivy asked, her voice tinged with hurt, âDebra, tell me honestly.
Do you prefer your witch power over me? If thatâs the case, I donât want to talk to you anymore.
â
I was surprised.
Why would Ivy think that?
In my eyes, Ivy and I were inseparable.
She had been my steadfast companion during the most trying times.
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Admittedly, I had relied on witch power frequently lately, but only because it was suited to certain situations.
I couldnât transform into a wolf to heal Sally, nor could I stand by as Dylan fell off the rooftop, could I?
Before I could explain, Ivy fell silent.
I called out to her almost desperately, but she didnât budge.
âDebra, how are you feeling?â
Calebâs words jolted me from my reverie.
Calebâs usual calm demeanor had vanished, replaced by an uncharacteristic worry that clouded his eyes.
With genuine concern, he inquired, âThe doctor examined you and mentioned you were excessively fatigued.
Are you feeling uncomfortable now?â
Recalling the events leading up to my fainting spell, I asked anxiously, âHow is Dylan faring now? Has he recovered? Is he normal?â