EVA'S POVWere my eyes deceiving me? Did I just with my own blood and sweat secure the healer's place in this castle?I watched the face of everyone change from disappointment to admiration. I clenched my fist seeing the birds I planned to kill with one stone survive. Hector was restored and well and Cameryn, was here to stay. I was going to slip away just as Dimitri went to talk to Cameryn. I heard him beg for her forgiveness. Which was rare of Dimitri to do and she gave a witty reply to his apology. They were acting like love birds. It was so blatant that I had to turn to Milana to see if she was seeing the same thing I was seeing.Milana as always looked nonchalant. She was secure in that foolish belief that the universe would always align in her favour. I couldn't watch any more of this. I barely took a step when Hector's accusing tone tore at me."It was you, wasn't it?" He yelled, yanking his hands through the space in the cage as if hoping that it would reach me.Everyone st

DIMITRI'S POVBefore my Dad passed from his disease at thirty-five, he had brought me to this very room at fifteen. The man was on his sick bed encroaching death faster than I could find a witch or a healer that could concoct something to help him get better. My old man and I were not close. Hell, we were more like strangers but I did not want the man to die. I knew what his death meant. The giant photos in the hallways told me enough. With each photo, the successor of the Galdina throne got younger. Which wasn't a good thing. There were no assassinations or poisonings. Just this accursed disease rotting us from the inside out. The conversation we had in this room was fresh. "You shouldn't show our enemies your Achilles heel." He told me. "I'm looking for a cure for you!" I had practically screamed at him. "Do you not want to get cured?""Of course, I want to get healed. I was just as mad as you when I was searching for answers. Like you, I put the name our family had in jeopardy

DIMITRI'S POV"Chains!" I roared, securing a collar of unforgiving metal around my throat.The servants who were well-versed in this dance because it accompanied the rise of every full moon, followed my command. Our heritage, like the first one, Lycaon, began as a curse bestowed by a mad god. Yet, we, the Lycans, had turned that curse into our strength—heightened durability, brute strength, and rapid regeneration, were all gifts that came with the curse But it was also accompanied by the inevitable transformation during every full moon.However, this wasn't a night of the full moon. The servants, no doubt puzzled, diligently wrapped chains around me, ensuring they were as secure as ribbons on a gift.As an Alpha, I was a direct descendant of Lycaon. So I bore both the boon and the darkness of the curse. My beast, more primal and bloodthirsty than any mere Lycan, craved something different this time. It wasn't the flesh of innocents but a singular focus—Cameryn's flesh. She was...

CAMILLE'S POVHugo Galdina was a miracle child. He was born when his father the king had given up on ever having a child. Hugo's father had many mistresses believing that his wife had been the problem only to come to realize that perhaps the gods didn't want to give him an opportunity to continue his bloodline. That was when his queen conceived.Because of this, Hugo was treated like an egg. He was beloved by his parents. From what I read, Hugo Galdina grew to despise it. I could understand both sides. Hugo Galdina was a golden child. A miracle. Of course, they would love him to death. But it must have been lonely. However, it was a time when hunters grew into prominence and started to hunt supernaturals that wouldn't obey the natural laws. To protect their child, Hugo Galdina was sent off to an academy to hone the Lycan curse. It was written in the book that Hugo enjoyed his time away and hid his identity as royalty. He however had to graduate early because his father turned two hu

CAMILLE'S POVI had never been the type to believe in destiny or life being preordained. But at that moment, I felt my system falter. This was information nobody had told me. This was information that I maybe didn't care about before. My great-grandfather was a warlock. Maybe the same warlock that cursed Dimitri's family.I was in too deep now and I couldn't stop. I stared into the encyclopedia for close relatives. Victor Blossom was dead. So was his stepsister. My grandmother had passed from what I had heard and my mother had died in childbirth. Who was I to rely on to find out the truth about things?I peeled off the mask on my face because it was starting to pose as a disturbance to the research I was doing. My search led to a dead end because there was nothing. I was going to give up before I realized that most Lycans weren't infected. Someone in the castle might have existed at that time. Someone like that would have information that could help me. I thought about asking Dimi