"What are we going to do? Casting her into prison is not enough! Everyone is dying!" Someone crawled over to Bryce's and Genevieve's side, wailing.
Bryce was livid as well and he tried to think of what to do to alleviate the situation.
"Summon the physician!" He ordered immediately, in an urgent tone.
However, it turned out that the Pack's physician was also in the ball.
"Yes, Alpha. I'm right here!" The physician rushed over. However, he was covered in boils as he had also eaten the food served.
His eyes were red and his fingers were bloody.
"Do something, please..." Bryce managed to say, even though he saw the physician's condition. He was desperately trying to keep up with everything and not break down.
There were visible boils on his body at this point.
However, he failed to notice that Genevieve wasn't beside him anymore.
"I have been trying to check on everyone, Alpha." The physician said, as tears dropped from his eyes.
His eyes had lost hope and then he proceeded to say, "I can't do anything! This sudden illness is beyond me."
His head bowed to Bryce, dejected.
At his words, Bryce staggered and almost fell.
He couldn't believe what was happening. His Pack and the Werewolf race would fail at this point.
"It's all due to that damned girl!" He said, through gritted teeth.
A few minutes passed and the cries from the guests had increased. Bryce's name was called over and everyone accused him, from the left, right, and center.
He felt like he was going to go crazy in the next minute. Coupled with the pain and stress in his brain, he fell to his knees. The boils on his body grew out, painfully. He was about to give up.
"You can't give up, Bryce!" Genevieve suddenly appeared and held onto him.
"What can I do now? I've failed everyone." He said, laying in her arms. He was weak and his eyes were starting to close up.
"I have the antidote! I can heal everyone!" She declared, suddenly.
Immediately, Bryce held onto her. Hope reignited in his eyes again. He didn't care what she would do, he just wanted everyone to be okay.
"You really do?" He asked and Genevieve nodded her head.
"I'm a witch and I can heal the people." She disclosed and Bryce's eyes widened.
He got mixed feelings from hearing that his lover had the powers of a witch.
"Save us! Save us! You have the antidote!" A man yelled, holding onto Genevieve's leg. They had overheard her conversation with him and they desperately needed to be saved.
On the other hand, the mixed feelings in Bryce's mind flew out of the window as Genevieve's grip tightened on him. Also, the cries of the people filtered into his mind.
"Do what you want! The Pack is in your hands now!" He said, relinquishing control and Genevieve smiled, creepily.
There was a slight sparkle between her fingers and she immediately placed her hand on his head.
The sparkle in her fingers turned into dark light as they seeped into Bryce's body.
"Hmmm." He groaned in pain as he felt a sudden rush of energy in his body.
However, in the next second, the boils on his body started to heal up.
The pain in his stomach and body started to ease up. His eyes, which were already closing, opened up again.
"What? I'm healed." Bryce exclaimed, jolting upright. In the next second, he was on his feet, in disbelief, hale and hearty.
"She healed the Alpha! Our savior is here!" A person screamed and immediately he rushed toward Genevieve, falling at her feet.
"Please, heal me, Savior. I'm in pain." He pleaded, tearfully.
"Sure! I'm for you all..." She said and then whispered her next words, "...and for me alone."
Swiftly, she made everyone kneel and slowly she started to heal them up.
Hours passed and she was extending her energy to heal the people.
The people attended to her, kowtowing to her. It was also obvious that she was tired but she continued to heal everyone.
The goal in her mind must be reached and that was all she knew.
"Go, you are healed!" She said, to the last person. Immediately she took back her powers, she stumbled and then fell. However before she hit the ground, she was held by Bryce.
He held her in his embrace and looked down at her.
Her eyes opened up to look at him and a small smile of victory crept onto her lips.
"I did it!" She said.
"You did it! Thank you for saving us." Bryce said and the others echoed. They rallied around her and were on their knees.
They looked at Genevieve like a god and they couldn't look away.
A smile was still maintained on her face but in the next second, she passed out.
"Genevieve!" Bryce yelled, in panic.
"Physician! Come check on her!" He yelled, as she summoned the Pack's physician.
Immediately, he rushed forward and checked her pulse and vitals.
"She just needs rest! A woman as strong as her cannot die! She is our goddess." He proclaimed and the others affirmed his words.
"Yes, the goddess needs rest!" They said and immediately, Bryce held onto her tightly and proceeded toward the inner chambers.
"All hail the goddess!" They started to chant.
"All hail the goddess!"
"Thanks to the goddess!" They said as Bryce disappeared from their sight.
He took her straight into his private bedroom, which she hadn't been to before.
Though they were lovers, he had never allowed her into his bedroom as he always claimed he needed his space.
Slowly, he laid her on the bed, gently.
"I'll love you, forever, Genevieve." He said, with a meek look in his eyes.
Hours passed and he continued to stay by her side.
However, he was summoned as he needed to attend to the guests.
As soon as he walked out of the door, Genevieve opened her eyes. A creepy smile crept onto her lips as the moon shone on her.
Immediately, she disappeared into thin air.