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"Curse of the Dreambound?" Cassandra repeated—not out of ignorance, but disbelief. That curse was forbidden, buried beneath centuries of silence. Every record, every trace of its creation had been destroyed over 300 years ago. No one alive should know how to wield it."You know that curse is taboo," Cassandra said, her voice low and sharp. "The last witch capable of casting it vanished three centuries ago—and hasn’t been seen since.""You’re right," Celeste replied, steady despite the fear in her eyes. "No one ever found her. But that doesn’t mean she’s truly gone. No one knew what she looked like, where she went. Maybe she’s still out there… maybe she’s the one behind your memories—those memories only you seem to have."Cassandra’s eyes darkened. She turned sharply and walked away, boots crunching softly against the earth. After ten measured steps, she paused.Without looking back, she said coldly,"If I find out you're lying to me, I’ll erase your entire bloodline from this world in

SCOTT'S POVI was heading back to the packhouse after a long run when a kid stepped into my path.He wore baggy pants and a loose hoodie, a lollipop stuck between his lips. At first glance, he looked adorable—cute enough that a stranger might be tempted to pinch his cheeks. Innocent. Harmless.But anyone who actually knew who he was wouldn’t dare look him in the eye, let alone touch him.This kid was second only to Robin—Prince Lenox’s right-hand man. While Robin handled the dirty work behind the scenes, this kid specialized in a more lethal kind of dirty. He was the one the Prince sent when someone needed to disappear. A silent ghost, a weapon in human skin.He was an assassin. And if the rumors were true, he'd killed hundreds—maybe even thousands—over the years.Now he was sitting across from me in my office, legs casually crossed, lollipop still in his mouth. And despite being the Alpha of this pack, I couldn’t stop the chill running down my spine. Because he wasn’t just a killer—h

LENOX’S POVThanks to Celeste and Carlo, I’m now certain—Cassandra is out there. She’s alive.But then... what was that pain I felt a few months ago? That soul-crushing agony. Even Father was convinced it was the pain of losing a mate.Could it have been something else? Maybe she was in mortal danger—so close to death that it triggered the bond. But that doesn’t make sense. When I almost lost her because of Scott, it wasn’t nearly as intense.So what was it?Could she have... actually died and been revived?But only I could’ve brought her back. Only my blood can do that.Unless someone else found a way.I don’t know anymore. Only Cassandra can answer these questions now. And once I see her again, I’ll make sure she never leaves my side. Ever."Your Highness, what should we do about the video Scott published?" Robin asked, walking a few steps behind me as I strolled through the palace garden.“Nothing,” I replied flatly."If Cassandra sees it, she'll surface soon enough—blinded by rage

Scott lunged with a snarl, claws glowing sickly green with Nether poison as they slashed through the air toward Cassandra’s chest.She twisted at the last second, the claws grazing her shoulder instead of landing a fatal blow. Blood spattered across the dirt—but her face didn’t so much as flinch.“Still fast,” she muttered, taking a slow step back. “But sloppy.”Scott landed in a crouch, feral eyes narrowing. “You're not walking away from this, Cassandra. That poison’s already in your blood. You’ll be paralyzed in minutes.”She glanced at the shallow wound on her shoulder and pressed two fingers to it. Red streaks stained her skin. She met his gaze and smirked. “Oh no… I’m doomed.”He didn’t hear the sarcasm—his blood was rushing too fast with the thrill of the kill. “You should’ve stayed gone,” he spat, circling her. “You think you’re something special now? Coming back here like a ghost?”“Funny,” she said, moving with casual grace as if they were sparring, not fighting to the death.

The ground was split with the impact of power. All around, the pack members stood frozen, watching in awe and horror as Cassandra battled Scott like a goddess cloaked in fire and fury. Her once-soft features were now carved in fury, blue flames licking at her skin as though even the air feared her wrath.But as Scott snarled and lunged at her with savage intent, another storm was quietly brewing behind the crowd.Lenox stood near the edge of the clearing, golden eyes never leaving Cassandra. Her movements, though powerful, were still deliberate—she was holding back. He could see it in the subtle tension in her arms and the teasing curve of her lips. She was playing with Scott, wearing him down, emotionally tormenting him the way only someone who knew him could.Beside him, Leo stood silently. Too silently."She's toying with him," Leo said, his voice too calm.Lenox nodded. "She wants him to feel what she felt. Despair. Betrayal. Fear."Leo's gaze didn't waver. But the fire in his eye