Chapter 1: The Birthday CurseANYA’S POV The dream always began the same way—screeching tires, shattering glass, my parents’ screams, and then silence. Only this time, their faces twisted toward me, eyes blazing with accusation. You killed us, Anya.I jolted awake with a strangled gasp, my nightdress clinging to my sweat-drenched skin. My chest rose and fell in ragged pulls, and I pressed a trembling hand against my racing heart. The cracked ceiling of my servants’ quarters loomed above me, mocking me.The shrill cry of my alarm clock pierced the silence. 4:30 a.m.I forced myself upright on the narrow cot, my muscles heavy with dread. My gaze snapped on the battered calendar pinned to the wall. The red circle around today’s date was a cruel reminder. “Happy birthday to me,” I whispered, my voice splintering. Not eighteen. Not nineteen. Twenty. Two years had passed since that cursed night—the accident, the loss, the hatred that followed. Two years, and still no wolf stirring ben
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