(Author's POV)
"NO~ … BEING MATED TO YOU IS THEIR SACRED BLESSING, NOT YOURS," the goddess said without any hitch.
Myra looked at her, dumbfounded, a bit rattled by the goddess's words. Flustered, her insecure thoughts taking over her mind, 'I am their blessing? How? They are~ …. werewolves with immense power; they are Lycans, and I am~ … just a~ … normal human. So, how can I be their~ ….?"
"MY CHILD, YOU HAVE A LOT OF SELF DOUBTS," the goddess commented rather playfully. "NO BEING WHO HAS MY GRACE IS ORDINARY IN ANY WAY. ESPECIALLY NOT YOU. YOU POSSESS A RARE GIFT; NO ONE IN THE MORTAL WORLD DOES."
Myra's eyes flickered as the goddess continued, "DO YOU KNOW WHY THOSE DEMONS WERE SO OBSESSED BY YOUR BLOOD?"
"Wasn't I just a sacrifice for their demonic ritual?" Myra stated, reciting what she had heard so far.
