15

~Meara

I wander down the street, a heavy burden weighing on my shoulders.

People sweep around me as I walk, wary about contracting the sickness that continues to plague the Pack. Little do they know, the sickness comes from the curse, and not from each other.

Sire, Hazel and I have been trying to find a way to end this curse for over a week now, and we have found nothing.

And considering how tense Hazel is, there may not be one.

Swallowing thickly, I push my way into the bar, guilt swarming in the pit of my stomach.

I have to do this. It might be the wrong thing to do, but there is a chance this is the only way that the curse will end. Even Hazel admitted it's possible, which is the closest we have been to an answer yet.

Sitting at the bar, head lowered to avoid drawing attention, sits Alpha Carran.

I need to do this. The fate of this Pack could be relying on this.

“I’m grateful you have met with today," Carran greets as I slide into the seat next to him.

“We need to make this short.