Martha holding Manila close said crying soberly

"I can't lose you, my baby, you are all I have to live for"

" it's ok mum I am not dying this night, Something in me makes me believe I would live through this night, and you mum I would not let anything happen to you"

Manila consoled her mum as she thought of James, she could still feel his soft lips on hers, she was worried and stiff she wished she kissed him longer.

Come let's sit over there Martha pointed to a little space a bit far from the fireplace and near the window, the rest of the hall was very crowded, people avoided the windows because they feared the werewolves might pick them out from the windows.

The sacred hall was built in a semi-circle shape with a very high rooftop, it was the only building in Allenwood built with stones and Iron, it had a large entrance door at the center of the arc and two other side doors at the long corridors there were windows round the semi-circle part, it had small rooms on the top decking with narrow wooden stairs to it there was a ladder that led to its tower where the time bell hung. people were in groups, some praying frantically, others crying uncontrollably, there was an outburst of crying

"Leave me, let me die with my sons leave me!!"

It was an old man who surprisingly walked fast and firmly to the door he had almost opened when some people held him back.

"HEYYYY"!! There was another uproar.

"The end of humanity is upon us! they would feed on us till we are no more, have we forgotten our ancestral sacrifice, it is written clearly in the old laws of Fitnam our true origin, kill one or all shall be killed we must sacrifice someone"

Manila looked up to see a thin sick looking man, she looked at the hopeless-looking faces of the old men and women, young ladies like her and little children, who all squeezed together in an attempt to stay away from the doors and windows and close to the fireplace most of them were crying, and felt like there was no one to save them should any of the werewolves break in and now they hear this man giving them a false way out, they had no choice but to believe him and follow. Manila saw the handwriting on the wall, a serious chaos was about to start, she quietly sat down beside her mum and held her closely.

To Manila's greatest dismay the sick-looking prophet pointed at them when someone asked who should be sacrificed.

" Look at them, why are they alone near the window, can't you see there is something strange about them, the fitnamic law says the odd one out"

the sick prophet continued talking trying to persuade the crowd.

"Martha and Manila are known to have no trouble I don't think they are right for the sacrifice, my father was a priest, and the..."

an elderly woman tried to speak for Manila and her mum but was cut short by the loud scream and sudden battle sound between some of the night guide Men and what sounded like the Alpha, the growling sound was so loud and deep you could tell it was a gigantic werewolf.

The hall became very quiet, everyone had kept mute and bent down in an attempt not to be seen through the window, it was often said that the alpha could cast a spell through sight that lured women to him.

The shrill cries and bone snapping showed that the alpha had killed all the night guide Men that tried to fight it. The holy ground was smelling of fear. The alpha enjoyed it, but he knew he could not go up to ten feet near the holy ground.

He threw a human head into the hall through the windows and growled very loudly, this caused panic in the hall, some of them thought the Alpha came into the hall, and there were loud screams for a while, Manila also thought the alpha came in, little shouts

" it's gone, where is it? , It can't come in, something came in, it's a head.. a.. head? The sick man raised the human head. It was one of the night guide men,

"nooo oh no oh Faim Faim nooooo"

there was a cry from a woman, she knew the dead man. "Let us end this and carry on with the sacrifice, or we would all die!"

Oh no Not again Manila thought. The sick prophet took charge immediately

" it must be the people's choice all those in favor of the sacrifice, and chose Manila please raise your hands" Majority of the hall raised their hands, Manila felt like she was dreaming, was this how she would die, Martha had already started crying and shouting

"kill me instead leave my daughter alone please".

Manila was about to accept her faith when something struck her, she decided not to fight, and she was taken to the center of the hall and tied up on a tabletop when she was allowed to speak she said

" you are following a sick man as a prophet a man who obviously picked me because I denied him the pleasure of my body, he should not even be in here he is a young man that should be outside fighting yet he is here hiding as a weak man but with enough strength to fuck me"

Manila had lied about him trying to have his way with her but she had once seen him very strong and normal without his knowledge, he wore a heavy chain on his neck and waist and covered it with clothes that made him bend and work slowly like a plagued man.

" That is not true she lies"

he shouted in his defense but Manila continued " he is wearing two rock chains that make him look plagued, Martha went up behind him and pulled on his robe and exposed the chains, he is the odd one out

".Seeing he had lost he quickly harmed himself with the chains which he used to wipe everyone that was near him, during the commotion Martha untied Manila and hugged her passionately. The sick-looking prophet had become a warrior, he had killed two women that came to grab him with his chains, he found his way to the narrow corridors and had his back to the wall, he was determined to live through the night and was ready to kill anyone who came near him

" come, a step closer, and die you little fools"

he shouted. Manila looked at the big bell that was on the rooftop directly above the priest and saw he was in the safest place in the hall. There was a little sound outside. A stray arrow came in through the upper window and cut the rope holding the bell, as the bell fell it gave a loud tintinnabulation and smashed the head of the sick priest. What luck Manila thought.