The woman lifted her gaze and smiled, “It’s my pleasure. I’m delighted you appreciate it.”
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Right then, her eyes seemed to emit a brief red glimmer. I paused, perplexed. On a closer look, the anomaly was gone.
How peculiar. Had my eyes deceived me?
Puzzled, I bid the woman farewell and consulted the elders, “Did you notice anything unusual about that vendor?”
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The elders simply shook their heads, dismissing any notion of peculiarity surrounding a common flower girl.
I was puzzled.
Had I been mistaken?
Nonetheless, for safety, I inspected the flowers and my belongings.
Finding nothing amiss, I let go of my concerns about the woman and proceeded with our inspection.
But, upon returning, I sensed a growing sense of restlessness within me. Aggressive thoughts began to surge, overwhelming my mind and distorting my emotions.
This change was stark, especially concerning my thoughts about Debra being a witch, where I noticed a loss of my usual composed judgment, showing uncharacteristic aggression.
After I shared this experience, Debra and the others exchanged worried looks, their brows knit in concern.
Clearly, they found the situation as odd as I did.
Debra’s POV:
After listening to Patrick’s explanation, everything clicked in my mind.
The girl with the flowers had to be a witch!
Seeing my grave expression, Patrick wrinkled his brow and asked, “Debra, did that flower girl manipulate me back then?”
“Yes, it appears so,” I affirmed in a serious tone.
Patrick approached, frowned deeply, and asked, “How did she manage that? And why didn’t I notice anything odd?”
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Reflecting on his earlier words, I paused, then shared, “She disguised herself as a flower girl to catch you off guard. Her staged fall was to earn your sympathy. Once you were sympathetic and saw the red glimmer in her eyes, she found her moment to control your mind. She then just had to wait for you to become agitated, creating a perfect chance for her hidden agenda.”
Caleb was puzzled and asked, “I don’t get it. My father is among the strongest in the Thorn Edge Pack. No other werewolf comes close. But the witch can just glance at my father and control him. They’re super strong. Why didn’t they control more werewolves?”
I took my time to help them get it, saying, “Witches are strong, but they tire out fast. If they use up all their energy, they become weak. They rarely control minds because it drains a lot of energy.”
“I see.” Caleb nodded thoughtfully, then asked, “How can we prevent being controlled by them? And how can we tell if someone’s under a witch’s influence?”
I pondered his questions before responding assertively, “Avoid making eye contact. Always be vigilant. Regarding your second question, identifying mind control is tricky since techniques vary. Your father wasn’t deeply controlled. He was oblivious at the moment because he lacked knowledge about mental manipulation. Emotional shifts are key indicators.”
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