Finding His Secret

I watched him being restless in the bed, he would constantly begin to shift and then go back to his human form while not being able to get out of the nightmare. It seemed painful, only by the looks of his bones twisting and going back to place was enough to cause me fatigue, I could only imagine the tiredness he must be feeling.

My sleep had been long gone, he was in so much pain that I could hear his heavy breathing from that far. It took me some time to register but I did start to analyze his condition.

And then it began to make sense. He was cursed!

He didn't want a seer to hurt them, he wanted to know the prophecy. I then knew why he was so strong yet so miserable, why I could feel a mist around him.

It wasn’t a mist; it was a curse that was always with him.

"Argh!" he broke free from the nightmare and sat up with an accelerated breaths and his eyes changing colors, keeping showing signs of transition to his wolf form.

Once he was able to drag his mind awake, he lifted his face and glared at me.

"What are you looking at?" the loud grunt with a frown on his forehead, he didn't look happy to see me watching him in pain.

I instantly lowered my eyes to break the eye contact but obviously, he had to spill his anger somewhere. He jumped on his feet and rushed towards my table with grunting noises.

"You didn't write anything this entire time?" He slammed his palms against the table and growled. For some reasons, I wasn’t startled by the sudden rage he showed. Inside his strong body was a miserable cursed alpha, who desperately needed help and direction to look for support.

"I'm talking to you," he repeated his action more aggressively this time.

"You are cursed!" I wasn’t cussing at him; I knew from his condition that he wasn't well.

I lifted my face and our eyes met, he looked shocked. The anger and content he once had on his face was replaced with amusement and shock. The silence was broken when I had gathered enough strength to proceed with what I meant.

"You want the seer to get the answers behind your condition. You want the seer to tell you what your future holds for you, that will you ever be able to escape this curse." I mumbled while not breaking the eye contact with him.

His stressed muscles loosened up a bit as he heard me, "Somebody has put a curse on you, a curse to make your own existence a burden on you." I might not be a witch with magic, but my knowledge ran wide. Although this specific kind of curse was not very much talked about, but I could simply tell what kind of curse it was and probably even learn more about it with time.

I had done nothing but learn and educate myself of magic my entire 18 years of life. The curse that had been casted on Conrad was not something frequently being done, it was really hard to even gather the stuff for that kind of curse and for someone to go to the limits to cast that spell made me realize that the person must hate The Prince with their entire heart.

"You know about my condition?" His facial expressions were not hard anymore, he was in an urgent need of help and I wouldn't blame him. It seemed as he had wanted to talk about his condition with someone, someone who would understand him and might even give an insight on what was happening to him. Usually a person would only stay alive for a week in a such curse, but he was a powerful werewolf, a very rightful heir to the throne of Alpha, he lived through the pain.

"I do," I responded very calmly.

"Tell me how to lift the curse," he demanded in a plea, bringing a chair from across the table, he flopped down to watch my face.

"I will help you but on one condition," I murmured under my breath and kept looking in his eyes. I know I was not a state to be this brave but his shattering confidence gave me enough courage to even be able to make a demand.

I knew he was desperate for help. It might be the first time he had heard someone to acknowledge his pain, someone who could tell him what was wrong with him.

"Tell me, what is it that you want?" his heavy, deep voice was filled with an urge to find a cure to his pain.

"My coven's life." I announced and his face expressions hardened.

"The coven that cursed me with this painful punishment for no reason?" He slammed his palms against the table but then managed to calm down to continue having a word with me.

"My coven didn't do it." I felt guilty saying it a loud since we were preparing a war against their kind for banishing us for so long.

But since both had open war on each other many times, so it wasn't like my coven was the only one at fault.

"This curse could only be casted by a witch or a warlock, how can you preach your coven's innocence when all you do is practice magic and put curses upon people in sight." the anger filled-tone and the rage shining through his eyes was nothing but a result of the pain he had been in because of this curse. He slammed the table with his hands, using all the strength he could grab to put pressure on his words.

"Do you want my help or not?" I asked after closing my eyes and taking a deep sigh out of frustration. We could go back and forth with this argument but neither him nor I was going to give up.

He calmed down now that he had seen the ambition in my eyes, he knew somehow I would be able to help him.

"Tell me your demand." He leaned back after he had exerted his strength in showing me how angry he was. His hands were tied against his chest and his body resting back.

"My coven's and my life," I stated again but this time, I was making sure that he hears me correctly.

"You want me to save you from the death penalty on the day of my coronation? You want me to save a witch's life in front of my pack, so that they can call me a coward, a traitor?" He stubbornly argued back with his arms still folded across his chest. Since he was super tensed, his muscles were visible through his sleeveless shirt that he had worn just a moment ago when he grabbed the chair for himself, his biceps seemed to be like ready to pop off.

"So you think my death will bring you any good? If I die, you lose a potential witch, who could help you." I looked straight through his eyes to see if the fool understands my point or not.

“I am not an ordinary witch and neither is this curse something easy to be lifted or casted upon. To lift up a curse like this, you will need a witch like me.” I was making sure that the words I used are simple so that he can understand and even process through them.

"Fine, but I'll do it my way." giving up on his stupid idea of continuing with my death penalty, he agreed to spare my life.

I wanted to smile in relief but celebrating too soon wasn't a good idea either since they were also very wicked so I don't know what did he mean by his way.

He had untied me from the chair and tied to the corner of his room, making sure nothing happens to me. After a few hours of me being left alone in complete darkness and starving for a single bite of food, I was escorted to the dungeon by the same lady again.

"What is going on?" I asked in a trembling voice once Brenda locked my cell and was about to head out.

"It's the day of your damnation, your punishment is being prepared," Brenda simpered while knitting her brows together to survey my condition.

"Now get some rest, or perhaps prepare your last wish but don't expect anyone to ask you about it." in her deep voice, she chuckled and exit the dungeon.

Her announcement had scared the wits out of me, is this why Prince Conrad asked for my removal from his room? Did he find another better witch?

I crawled back to the corner of the cell and cuddled up in worry.

"I don't want to die." I mumbled under my breath. I blamed myself for not being convincing enough to the prince to save me from my execution.