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The wolf had been subdued. It was laying on its back, and despite the fact that its fur was too black to make the blood visible, a puddle of blood had formed below it. The white cat was standing on top of it, its jaws gaping only a few inches from from the fragile black cat's neck.


On the other hand, the fatal bite to the neck never materialized. Instead, the animal turned its head toward Katherine and Elizabeth and stared at them.

On the other hand, the fatal bite to the neck never materialized. Instead, the animal turned its head toward Katherine and Elizabeth and stared at them.

The whiskers were elongated and thin, resembling silver wires in appearance. It had snow-white fur that was faintly marked with a color that looked like unburnished gold. She recalled the owl that was in the barn, and the idea that crossed her mind was "white and gold." And it sparked a further recollection... of something she'd seen... or something she'd been told about...

Katherine's flashlight was knocked out of her grasp when the cat gave it a hefty swipe and sent it flying. Elizabeth could hear him hissing in discomfort, but she was unable to see anything in the pitch darkness. In an area where there was no light at all, even a hunter would be completely unable to see. She clung to him for support as she waited for the excruciating agony of the fatal strike.

But all of a sudden, she felt dizzy; her brain was filled with a gray mist that was swirling, and she was unable to keep hold of Katherine. She was unable to think, and she was unable to communicate. It seemed as if the floor was receding away from her. She slowly came to the realization that Power was being used against her, and that it was causing her mind to become overwhelmed.

She felt as if Katherine's body was giving up, sagging, and slipping away from her, and she was unable to fight the fog any longer. She dropped without end and had no idea when she finally landed on the earth.


Fourteen


White owl... hunting bird... hunter... tiger. Being as playful with you as a cat would be with a mouse. Comparable like a cat... a really good cat... a young kitten A little white cat.

There is a visitor from the grave.

And the kitten, well, the cat had escaped Dominic's grasp. Not because they are afraid, but because they are terrified of being found out. Such as the time when it had perched itself on Margaret's breast and howled in response to seeing Elizabeth standing outside the window.

Elizabeth whimpered and came dangerously close to waking up from her comatose state, but the gray fog pulled her back down before she could open her eyes. Her thoughts began to swirl once again around her.

Love that's been tainted... Katherine, you were the target of its hatred long before Elizabeth was... Golden and white... a white present... a white present beneath the tree...

This time, despite her efforts, she was able to successfully open both of her eyes. And even before the faint and flickering light allowed her to concentrate, she was already aware of it. It dawned on her at last.

When the woman in the white dress with the trailing skirt looked away from the candle she was lighting, Elizabeth noticed what seemed to be a reflection of her own face on the woman's shoulders. However, it was a face that had been delicately altered; it was as pale and lovely as an ice sculpture, but it was incorrect. Elizabeth had a dream about walking down a corridor filled with mirrors, and in the dream, she saw countless images of herself in the mirrors.
Contorted, ravenous, and mocking of others. She mumbled, "Hello, Katherine," as she approached.
Katherine flashed a grin that was both cunning and menacing. She responded by saying, "You're not as foolish as I imagined."

Elizabeth believed that her voice was airy and had a sugary, shimmering quality to it. comparable to her eyelashes. When she moved, the outfit she was wearing also glowed with a silvery light. However, it had a golden color, one that was virtually identical to that of Elizabeth's hair. Her eyes were round and a beautiful sapphire blue, much like the eyes of the cat. She wore a necklace with a stone of the same vibrant hue, which she hung around her neck.

The pain in Elizabeth's throat was consistent with her having screamed for a long time. It had a dry feeling to it as well. Even the smallest movement, which consisted of her gently turning her head to the side, caused her pain.

Katherine was next to her, slouched down, and was being held in place by his arms against the wrought-iron pickets of the gate. His head was drooping on his chest, but she could still make out that he had a deathly pallor to his face. His neck was ripped open, and blood was found to have spilled and dried upon his collar.

Elizabeth abruptly whirled around to face Katherine, which caused Katherine's head to spin. "Why? Why did you do that?"

When Katherine smiled, her pearly white teeth became more sharp. She responded in a tone like a kid by singing, "Because I adore him." "Don't you love him just as much as I do?"

After that, Elizabeth finally had a complete understanding of why she was unable to move and why her arms were in pain. She was similarly restrained to Katherine and lashed firmly to the door of the locked gate. A painful


When she turned her head to look in the other direction, she saw Dominic. When she turned her head to look in the other direction, she saw Dominic.
"Which one do you like more, the other or this one?" Katherine inquired in a soft voice, as if she were a close friend. "You are free to tell me. Which one do you consider to be the most beneficial?"

Elizabeth turned her nauseated gaze on her. She hushed, "Katherine," as she spoke. "Please. I beg you to please hear me out...

"Tell me. Go on." Katherine came in close to Elizabeth, her lips coming dangerously near to brushing against Elizabeth's own as she gazed into those emerald-green eyes. "Both of them seem like a lot of fun to me. Do you like having a good time, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth, unable to contain her anger, averted her gaze and closed her eyes. If only the thoughts in her brain could settle down.