Vireya's POV
My breath hitched. “This... this is from the first lifetime.”
The Shaman bowed her head. “Yes. The gods let it remain. It’s the only weapon powerful enough to sever a bond created by divinity or to offer a soul to fate willingly.”
I stared at the dagger, its golden blade humming softly, as if it remembered me too. Everything had led to this moment.
Love. Fate. Sacrifice.
“How do I use it?” I asked, my fingers tightening slightly around the cold hilt.
“It can kill a demon,” she said softly. “But for someone like Xareth, who has gained immense power, it must be used when he is at his strongest, when he is at war. But remember you don’t strike him with it.”
She took a careful breath. “You use it on yourself.”
A part of me had already known. Still, hearing it aloud felt like being handed a noose with silk gloves.
I sighed, the sound shaky as it left me. “Apart from killing Xareth what happens to the cursed wolf? I don’t want to be reborn with it again. I want the soul trappe
