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ON THE OTHER HAND

Delilah's voice trembled with anger as she shouted, "Leave me! I said leave me!" Her chest heaved with difficulty as she struggled to regain her composure. The air felt heavy, and something was terribly amiss.

She reached out to the wolf within her, seeking solace and answers to the overwhelming situation. "What was happening? Why am I feeling weaker than normal?" Delilah tried to communicate with her wolf, but it was a feeble connection at best, almost as if a veil of magic obscured their bond.

"It's magic. He is doing magic on us using the witch. She is getting control over us," her wolf's frantic voice resonated in her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. The realization that dark forces were at play only intensified her unease.

Desperation seeped into Delilah's voice as she contemplated her options. "What should we do? Should we shift and make a run for it? We definitely can't fight him." The idea of fleeing seemed like the only sensible choice, but even that w