CHAPTER 80: WEREWOLF POLITICS

Shirley and Drakon caught up to Dahlia and the others as they slowly but carefully made their way through the maze of corridors. The cave was dark, and Shirley had difficulty seeing. She held back the urge to complain because no one else seemed affected by the darkness. Being a werewolf made having heightened senses and vision in the dark possible. Shirley didn't have that. Thankfully, Dahlia created a little bubble of light that went before them in the dark corridor. As they walked on, Shirley asked, "What did you do to that rogue alpha, Dahlia?" "I killed him," Dahlia said flatly. "No, how could you force his wolf apart from him! Witch's magic can't create such an oppressive effect." "It wasn't a spell," Dahlia said, her eyes poised. "The only spell I used on him was to pin him to the wall and provide a restraint." "Then how?" she asked. "Poison," Drakon cut in beside Shirley. He cast the witch a glance and then shook his head. "You're right in your observations. No spell can