“Don’t believe her, Oren. She could be using something to make her skin not burn. She’s a witch, a false chosen one.” Young insisted, rushing over to the bars between his cell and Beta Smith’s.
“You have the mark, but you are still sensitive to silver. I believed you because of the other signs you reported, but I never saw proof of them.”
I didn’t like the idea of pretending to be some fictional goddess on earth. That was basically what the story was. The goddess would come to earth in the body of another wolf. She would do all sorts of amazing things and blah blah blah. Grandfather never put much stock in it and fanatics weren’t allowed in Dark Moon.
Honestly, I only knew about it because I came across some rogue fanatics who were searching for the chosen one. They didn’t like the su
