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DianaThe next day was filled with more glee than I ever had in a week. When I offered Edric breakfast, he loved it so much, he wanted to know how I made it.“It was from a recipe book my mother used,” I admitted as I watched him wolf down the entire meal. “I watched a chef do it, and voila…”The next moment, I was standing in the kitchen, my hands deep in a bowl of flour.I wiped flour off her cheek with the back of her wrist, my eyes narrowing at Edric, who stood stiffly beside me like the idea of cracking an egg might bring about the apocalypse.“You’re holding it like it’s a bomb,” I teased him, nudging his elbow as he stared down at the egg with a frown that said he was contemplating war tactics, not breakfast.“I only know how to deal with meats,” I said and studied the egg like there was more to it than just cracking it open and pouring out the contents. “Anything more than that…I’m lost. It’s why I could hardly tell when you poisoned me…unless the poison was something strong.

DianaI was tending to the crops in the garden when Muzan came to me. His face held concern, deeper than I had ever seen.“Is anything wrong?”He nodded.I stood up.“He’s…ill…odd, I know…”I wanted to sprint past him, to go and see Edric, but he held me back“The curse is not broken, Diana. He stabbed himself with a knife to test it out…nothing.”His words made me relax a little, but still, he was ill. I had to see what was wrong.When I got to his room, he didn’t look like anything was wrong with him. He was hunched over his desk, his eyes buried in concentration behind his meaningless calculations.Meaningless at least, to me.“False alarm,” he waved dismissively when I inquired about his health and the report from Muzan. “Looks like I’ll be living to see another century,” he huffed.“You act like it’s a really bad thing,” I rolled my eyes.“Well, when you’ve seen five…maybe…yes.”I wasn’t ready for his schematics this morning. I wasn’t ready for it today.“I’ll check through what

DianaI left his room after a while of what seemed to be meaningless ponders, the both of us too frustrated to even continue.What were we looking for?What did we hope to find?Perhaps that was what sealed our fate from the beginning.A problem shared is a problem solved, they say. So is knowing the problem. Knowing what needed to be solved.To find something, you must be able to identify it. We didn’t even know what we were looking for.Was it material? Was it abstract? Was it an emotion?Everything cluttered my lungs – the questions and lack of answers thereof. I needed air, and so, I sought that instead, edging over to the windowsill in the main hallway, overlooking the garden below.There was a ledge opposite me, where Edric promptly sat on, perhaps needing the same thing I did.Air.“I can’t even remember the name of the witch who cursed me,” he confessed with a silent tone, one that spelled his embarrassment at the situation. “Pathetic, no? Would’ve been a good start, if you as

Diana Edric opened the book and we peeled through the contents of the pages at the same time. But being a faster reader than I was, I was only able to scrape through words. While he, desperate for answers, turned the pages faster than my eyes could keep up with. At the end of it, though, he closed the book and looked up with a sigh of disdain. “What…what was it?” I asked, mental fingers crossed that it wasn’t anything overly disappointing. To give me an answer, he had to adjust his seat and take a deep breath. His answer was brief, but his explanation paved the way for what felt like a lifetime of thought and contemplation. Apparently, there was something that existed in the werewolf kingdom. Something usually scary, but now, exciting. The way alphas and lunas worked, was that there was an existing alpha for generations. Usually, the son of the alpha inherited that role. If the clan wasn’t satisfied, with the leadership of that alpha, they could nominate someone els

Diana I stood at the open door, the cool early morning air a sharp thud against my back. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat urging me forward, out. The door he opened was never locked. Ever.But now, as he opened it, there was a deeper meaning to it. There was the intention behind it. This time, his opening the door meant something more serious than when I needed a short break.It meant a lot more than me running a few meters into the woods to chase after one of the pups in the wolf pack I had befriended.It promised freedom – an eternal repose to the conflict of being trapped in a place like this. It was the perfect escape, in the fact that it wasn’t an escape. I was being set free.I had cracked the code, right?Yet, my feet remained stubbornly rooted, as if invisible threads tethered me to the heavy stone of the mansion.My fingers twitched at my side, a restless energy I couldn't quite quell. Through the swirling fog that clung to the grounds like a shroud,