Alle Kapitel von The Curse Within : Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Sofia’s POVThe room was quiet, save for the faint rustle of the curtains as the evening breeze slipped through the cracked window. I stared at the spot where Alaric had sat just moments ago, his words still ringing in my ears.A legend. The Eclipse Wolves.Me.I didn’t know what to feel. Part of me wanted to laugh, to brush it off as some ridiculous fairy tale that had nothing to do with me. But the intensity in Alaric’s voice, the way his eyes had searched mine for understanding—it was hard to ignore.I wasn’t ready for this.Everything about this world still felt foreign to me. Wolves, curses, packs—just a few weeks ago, none of this had been real. My life had been ordinary, predictable even, until that night when everything changed. When I changed. And now, I was supposed to be… what? A savior? A protector of balance? I could barely keep myself together, and they expected me to be part of a legend?I ran my hands through my hair, tugging slightly at the roots in frustration. “This

Elara’s POVI don’t know when exactly the man I once knew became someone else entirely. Maybe it happened slowly, like a sickness that creeps in unnoticed, or maybe it was sudden—a break in his mind that no one saw coming. But there’s no denying it now. Thorne has changed. I don’t know if it’s the years of war, the loss of power, or the betrayal that shattered him, but the man who once held me in his arms, promising us a life together… he’s gone.Now, he’s consumed by something darker. Revenge. It’s all he thinks about. The way he speaks of it, the fire in his eyes when he mentions Sofia or the pack, it's almost as if nothing else matters. I watch him, standing there, pacing in the dark corners of our hidden fortress, plotting. His obsession with her—the woman he once claimed to be our enemy’s savior, and now our greatest threat—has taken hold of him completely. He mutters her name in his sleep sometimes, in that broken tone that still shatters me.I should be angry. After all, it was

Alaric’s POVThe days had been blurring together, each one more difficult than the last. Between the constant patrols, the mounting tension with Thorne, and the relentless demands of the pack, it felt like there was no escape. And the hardest part wasn’t even the physical exhaustion. It was Sofia. My mate. The weight of everything she was dealing with—the burden of the legend, the power she hadn’t yet learned to control, the fear that clung to her every time we spoke of the future—was tearing her apart in ways I couldn’t fix.I had watched her since she first arrived, watched as she learned to shift, to fight, to navigate the complicated world of wolves. But nothing had prepared me for how fragile she was beneath the surface. The strength she showed in training, the resilience she displayed when facing challenges, was only half of the story. The other half—the one that weighed her down—was a constant struggle to figure out who she was, who she was meant to be.And every time I saw her

Alaric's POVThe sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft, golden light across the lake, the water rippling gently as a light breeze whispered through the trees. The world around us felt alive, vibrant, and untouched, as if time itself had slowed to a gentle crawl. This place, this lake house, was a sanctuary, a rare haven away from everything, and today, it felt more like home than it ever had.Sofia was beside me, her steps light, her presence a calming anchor as we walked down the familiar path toward the edge of the water. Her white hair shimmered in the sunlight, catching the light like silver threads, her eyes soft but contemplative as she took in the beauty around us."I can't believe how much I missed this place," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of the memories that had been tied to this spot. "It feels different this time, though. Like... like I'm seeing it for the first time."I smiled at her words, my heart swelling with a quiet sense of relief. It had been my

Sofia's povThe morning light filtered through the curtains of the lake house, casting a warm glow on the wooden floorboards. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the memories of last night replayed in my mind. My skin still tingled from Alaric’s touch, my heart pounding at the thought of how completely he’d made me feel seen, cherished, and whole.But beneath the warmth of our intimacy was a lingering sense of unease. It wasn’t Alaric’s fault. If anything, he was the only person who made me feel like I could breathe through the storm. Still, the weight of everything—the legend, the pack’s expectations, the growing danger of Thorne—pressed heavily on my chest.I sat up slowly, pulling the soft blanket around me as I looked out the window. The lake shimmered in the morning sun, its surface calm and inviting. For a brief moment, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist, like this place was separate from the chaos waiting for us back home.The door creaked open, and I turned to