Catherine Sully’s POV:
This used to be a purification spell, no longer sorcery. It used to be a gift from Moon Goddess.
They had been the proof that I was past cure.
“It’s been a week,” my father said. “In this week, the medical doctor has given you countless fundamental notices, and the werewolf grandmasters have been ready backyard your ward at all times.”
“I understand why. Once I endure an irreversible mutation and become an irrational monster, the werewolf grandmaster need to purify me before I motive any casualties.
The so-called ‘purification’ intended my death.
“But I’m lying here, aren’t I?” I smiled and comforted my father. “I’m awake. This is proof that I’m getting better.”
My father didn’t say some thing and solely seemed at me sorrowfully.
Thus, I fell silent.
Being
