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Alora’s POVI started dreaming, I found myself enveloped in darkness, the kind of darkness that felt alive, pulsing and surrounding me with a weight that pressed against my skin. It was suffocating. At the center of it all, a voice echoed through the void, a low, soft murmur that somehow managed to feel close yet impossibly distant. There was no face, no figure, only that voice reaching out to me. If only I wasn’t used to the weirdos now. “You are stronger than you know,” it said, the words a delicate mixture of warmth and urgency. The voice held a faint trace of familiarity, as though it was something I should recognize, something I’d heard before but couldn’t place. It sounds almost similar to my own at some point. "You have little time. Your daughter doesn’t have long… if you keep sleeping like this, she won’t survive." Thy added. A shiver shot through me, an electric jolt that left me feeling cold and hollow. I tried to speak, to demand answers, to ask what I needed to do. Qu

Alora’s POVThat night, we pulled into a quiet motel on the outskirts of some small town. The neon sign flickered in the distance as we stepped into the modest room, a single bed in the center and an old armchair tucked away in the corner. The scent of stale carpet and faint cigarette smoke clung to the air, but exhaustion weighed on me too heavily to care. I was drained in every possible way, and yet, despite the fatigue, the one thing I couldn’t shake was my hunger. It gnawed at me, a constant reminder of the days of neglect I’d forced my body to endure while worrying over Nevaeh’s fragile state. I hadn’t eaten since before the bloody ball. Room service sent up food, standard human stuff, but it smelled divine to my starving senses. Rune glanced at it and wrinkled his nose, scoffing slightly. Of course, he wouldn’t touch it, he didn’t eat human food, and tonight was no exception. He went out to hunt for his own food but didn’t stay long. As I ate in silence, he watched me with

Alora’s POV We moved forward, our steps echoing faintly as we passed through the grand hallways. Each step brought us closer to whatever lay at the heart of this strange palace, but it was impossible to ignore the oppressive weight in the air. Rune’s grip on my hand was tight, and I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat in sync with my own. We are both afraid and exhilarated by everything we were seeing. Then, we entered another chamber, dimly lit and lined with marble columns that cast long, dark shadows over the room. In the center stood a throne, similar to the last, but this one seemed more worn, the edges dulled and almost faded. On it sat a figure, shrouded in a heavy, dark cloak that closed any distinguishing features. It was as though the very light in the room avoided this person, casting their form in an impenetrable shadow. I shivered in displeasure. Surrounding the throne was a crowd of people, each one thinner than the next. They were skeletal, skin stretche

Seraphina’s POVI watched my daughter, Alora, her figure small and tense in my strange realm. I have nothing and no one. The cursed palace, as they used to call it now, is empty and always lifeless, unlike the others.If only she knew how much I wanted to hold her, to pull her close and feel her warmth, to tell her the truth of how my heart aches. How much I missed her. How much I hated giving her away to cruel mortals.But as it is, the curse binds me, preventing me from intervening directly. It’s a cruel twist, one that’s kept me distanced all these years, even now when she needs me most. I hate the feeling of helplessness.My thoughts drift to Goddess Luna, the only deity who ever showed me tolerance after the others cursed me to eternity. Goddess Luna is… patient, in a way the others never were.Maybe it’s because of the night I spent together, a tangled, fateful night with her species. The one where I unknowingly laid with one of her creatures, a werewolf, one of her children.Sh

Alora’s POVThe sound of her laughter sent a shiver up my spine. It was low and rasping, like a blade scraping stone, and there was a hunger in it that made my skin crawl. I forced myself to look up, only to find her eyes fixed on me, then sliding over to Rune, who held my hand tightly. But she didn’t look at him like an adversary, or even a nuisance, no, she stared at him as if she were a starving wolf, and he was prey. Her gaze roamed over him with a hunger that felt almost palpable. Rune met her eyes, unyielding, but I could feel the tension radiating from him.I watched her warily, feeling as though she was moments from pouncing, her body coiled and ready, her lips curving into a sly smile that was anything but friendly. Anger flared in me, and I stood up from the floor, squaring my shoulders and planting myself between her and Rune, feeling my pulse race with both fear and determination.At my stance, her gaze finally shifted back to me. Her head tilted to the side, an amused s