Danger

PRIESTESS MALIA'S POV

Danger was looming in the Southern Paw pack. I could feel it, I could sense it. Ever since the peace treaty was signed between werewolves and witches. Something had felt wrong, terribly wrong.

But last week the feeling was so strong, I could literally taste the bad omen in the air. It smelt of smoke and burning thatch.

I knew there was a fire outbreak down north before the news spread, before anyone was aware that anything was amiss. As high priestess, a part of me was fused with the pack, so I was usually privy to most of the activities going on in the pack, also delicate or sensitive information. Some things that should never be heard from anyone's lips.

Most of the ministers would gladly pay to assassinate me because of the information they feared I had of them. They were right to fear because I was aware. But their doings weren't mine to share unless I was directly instructed. Regardless, my execution was well above their ability. Even the alpha of the pack