Cordelia's Pov The pack's ancient library smelled of leather, dust, and centuries of accumulated secrets. I'd always loved this room, back when I'd had free rein of the estate. Now, surrounded by towering shelves and the weight of supernatural history, I felt like an intruder rifling through someone else's diary."The curse manifested six months ago," Rupert explained, pulling down a leather-bound tome that looked older than the estate itself. "Started with nightmares, then physical weakness, and now...""Now he's redecorating with his claws and looking like death's distant cousin," I finished, running my finger along the spine of a particularly ominous-looking grimoire. "Any particular reason the family thinks this is curse-related rather than, say, a perfectly normal supernatural illness?"Margaret Ashworth, who'd been lurking near the door like a disapproving gargoyle, stepped forward. "Because it's happened before."That got my attention. "Come again?"She moved to a glass cas
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