Chapter 155. Plea to the Moon Goddess

Five steps. Diana was now five steps away from the boulder that signified the borders between the impregnable Werewolf Committee and the rest of the Wolven Continent. She knew the plan like the back of her palm, but her heart pounded more every step she took. Though her knees were yet to buckle and her chest was yet to heave, the urge to cough out the itch in her chest was very tempting.

But she was Diana, the witch-wolf who could only pull off this spell with complete success.

One step. She was now a hairbreadth away from crossing the line. Drawing a deep breath, Diana could feel the weight of the stares from both opposing sides fixated on her as she stood at the center of the two factions.

With gray eyes gleaming without giving any ounce of nuance of emotion from her face, she took the first step. The moment her right foot stepped onto the sacred lands of the Werewolf Committee protected by the array of spells created by Merlin, the air slithered. The absence of the ble