"No!" an elder stood up. "There must be a way! Great Shaman, please, save us!"The shaman shook her head."A dead mate cannot be resurrected. A murdered heir cannot be reborn.""This curse cannot be broken."Tristan suddenly stood, stumbling toward the shaman."What about us? How long do Ronan and I have?"The shaman looked at him, a flicker of pity in her eyes.On Tristan's face, she saw the shadow of death.It was the sign of a dissipating wolf soul."In your current state..." she calculated, "three months at most.""In three months, your wolf souls will completely fade, and then you will die."Hearing this, Ronan collapsed to the floor."Three months..." he murmured, "only three months...""Great Shaman!" the pack doctor burst in. "The Alphas need treatment! Please save them!"The shaman slowly shook her head."This is not a disease. It is the judgment of the Moon Goddess."She looked at the dying twin brothers, her voice as heavy as lead."This is an incurable punishment. Your soul
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