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'Ophelia?!' Diane called again, utterly confused, yet, got no response. What was she? Definitely not a wolf. A witch maybe? Or some other unknown breed.

Ophelia continued to draw closer to Diane. Few inches away, she stopped, looked at the small crest in her palm.. Diane swallowed the bile in her throat, her line of sight also resting on the crest. Everyone had their eyes on it... They were waiting for something... A sign...

Gradually, the few red gems embroidered on the crest started to ...