Prophecies and Lies

Chapter Twenty-Six

'nother Chapter! Woohoo!

There was supposed to be more happening in this chapter, but it was suddenly a lot longer than expected, so I split it in two. Hope you like it, despite of that.

Enjoy!

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          The great Cathedral of Oakes was a magnificent and awe-inspiring structure. In the morning sun, the huge marble walls and columns glistened. As did the many pieces of jewelry, cheap trinkets and expensive heirlooms that were worn by all of the Cathedral’s visitors. It seemed like everyone had donned more solemn, less ostentatious clothes, but made up for this lack in color by wearing all sorts of gleaming jewels. None of them cared about the risk of wearing these priceless necklaces, rings, bracelets, earrings and medallions in public—in the Cathedral, after all, there was no risk of them getting stolen. In the House of God, no crimes were committed.

          It was because of that, that June was little at ease as she entered the massive church as one of the many joining Sunday mass. After all, she wasn’t here for mass, to honor the Lord and praise his name. She was here to make sure the plan worked; that Marc would be accepted by the priests when he offered to help them fight the werewolves. Her plan…

          She was a little nervous and hesitated as she walked down the aisle to find a seat on one of the large benches where countless others had gathered already.

          “Don’t worry,” said Blake, walking right behind her. “It’s all fine. We’re inside and they haven’t noticed us.”

          “Yet,” she whispered back at him. They hadn’t noticed them, yet. But she was aware of the priests standing at every door, every pillar, every niche, altar and every other spot where the white-robed men would not stand out. They were watching the crowd, wary for any werewolves. The same feeling overcame her as on the square at the start of the festival, that she was trapped and it would only be a matter of time before they would take her and bring her to the dungeons and torture her before killing her.

          Blake put his hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of it. “They won't notice us, trust me.”

          He calmed her, even though she knew he shouldn't. After all, it wasn't she who was in danger of getting discovered, but him. They were both wearing rings to hide their wolf ears and tails, but of the two of them, he was the only one that would be burned if he touched holy water or a crucifix. She feared what would happen if he'd receive a wafer.

          That had been the whole point why of all people, she had wanted to accompany Marc: she was still a newly bitten werewolf who was not yet bothered by all the signs of the holy! But Blake had simply shrugged. “I'm your personal assistant, remember?” he had told her. “I will be near you at all times, to assist you when needed.”

          Any amount of arguing hadn't convinced him, and Terrance had not helped her to keep him at home. Instead, when she had told him of the plan, he hadn't said anything. And she hadn't seen him this morning—he was already gone when she woke up.

          “You think he's mad?” she asked Blake.