“You are cursed.”Those words had been whispered to Aria from the moment she was born, and tonight, they echoed louder than ever.The music and the celebration thundered through the hall, all of it was for her – the broken wolf, the stillblood, the unwanted bride.Aria stood beside the feast table, her legs cramped as she tightly clenched her fingers. This was her celebration, but she was forbidden to even sit.She was wearing a long crimson dress that hung tightly to her scars, her shoulders throbbed where the long diagonal marks hid beneath the fabric.No chains bound her wrist tonight, yet she felt more trapped than ever. Her eyes were down, she dared not look up – lest she provoke another beating.“Dance, Aria, Dance.” from across the hall, someone jeered.“You’re the guest of honour aren’t you?” another sneered, “You should dance for us.”Ronan, her drunken half brother and the heir to the pack, lifted his goblet of wine in mock salute. Lyra, his twin, purred loudly as the entire
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