Chapter 63

• Katherine's POV
• ''I'm running in the snow, there's a group of men chasing me. Each one has a bow and arrow, aiming and firing at odd times that make me trip over my feet. "Catch the priestess!'' One of them shouts. At the far end of the road, there's the sound of celebration and growling. A group of villagers stand apart, holding torches of fire and screaming one profanity, "Kill the priestess.'' Suddenly, my mate Darian comes charging forward. He growls, pouncing on the hunter just right behind me. The hunter screams while he doubles on the ground, too late to shift and forced to bleed out. My second mate, the Alpha, stands at the other end of the clearing with about 100 men ready to defend me. Right here, now, I realize that I have no friends, no allies. The only people I can count on are my mates. There's a select few who love that I'm the priestess, but there's a group who believe the problems I'm meant to solve exist because of me. There are few who believe that this virus will end if I am dead. Here, here lies the very foundation of hatred for werewolves. The first source of their destruction. Where instead of appreciating the gift of the moon goddess, they seek to crucify it. Because of it, many will trample this grounds seeking to kill me to save their ailing loved ones, yet, they will fail.''
• "Oh Goddess! I know how to stop the virus.'' I slammed my grandmother's book shut, her words repeating in my head over and over again. I jolted up, jumping out of bed. It'd only been an hour since my mates went to the meeting with the council. The tea prepared by the maids helps eradicate the heat completely. It was gone, I was fine. Reading my grandmother's book has now become a favourite hobby. I related to her. She understood the pains of being a priestess. Her journey felt like a guiding torch for mine.