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I stuffed the glass piece in my dress pocket, maybe I could find out who did this. Then I looked at my hands and almost screamed, black marks covered my skin. Twisting lines like vines, they went up my arms and disappeared under my sleeves. What the hell was happening to me? I'd never seen these before, they weren't there yesterday, now they covered me like tattoos. Wait, I'd seen marks like this before, on someone else. The Alpha King! He had dark marks on his arms too. What did this mean? Why did I have them now? I needed answers. Do the signs mean I'm forever a maid in his pack?

Soren said grimly. "This doesn't make sense," Tarlon said frantically. "Who attacks a Grimshaw Alpha on his own territory?" Pack members were gathering around us, all talking at once. "Has to be the Blackstone pack," someone said. "Or the Council," another voice added. "They've been watching us." "Shut up!" Soren commanded. "All of you, shut up and THINK!" But I could see it in their faces. The fear. The recognition. "It's her," someone whispered. "The curse is real."

● Numerous other disposal characters Cursed children plot Four teenage boys are cursed by the goddess, Hecate, after they desecrate he shrine on a night out. She curses them to transform into bloodthirsty werewolves every night on a full moon. After murdering innocent townsfolk and subsequently their loved ones but waking up bloody with no recollections of the night before. The are left with no option but to leave town after they are found and hunted down by the furious townsfolk. Their group of four begin their travels together in search of answers to their questions and a cure to what they believe to be an ailment.

I stop abruptly and the man stops with me, his hand grabbing my arm and pulling me close. "Did not think someone like you would be this shy-" he traces my face with the back of his fingers and I slap his hand away from my face, shaking lightly. "Someone like me?!" I hiss between my teeth and it seems that my rage only fuels something within the man as he smirks at me, showing off his disgustingly yellow teeth. Up close, Father Cassimir is even more disgusting. Maybe if he took better care of himself... no! It was a matter of the heart! his heart was tainted and no amount of water and soap would wash that away!

The woman spoke, her voice drenched in finality. It was a mere take, so why did it unravel his insides, filling him with a surge of desperation that was unexplainable to him. "Why can't it be stopped? Isn't there a way they could avert the curse? " he found himself asking. "In each life and whichsoever from they took, Herak's soul would always crave his Ara. He is already darkness, the darkness only need to be triggered, then it will break free, causing endless calamities"

I ran into Valen on my way down. "Miss Nash," he bowed his head to me, mocking me as you would bow to an Alpha. "Mr. Douche," I bowed back. "Hey, Bennet and Martel aren't back yet, are they?" He stopped half-turning to hear my answer. "I don't know. I haven't seen them." That means they haven't checked in yet, either. That can't be good. I skipped stopping at the kitchen and went to the library. I opened the open case files for Matice and Oliver. They were going after Donald Montenegro. He was a big arms dealer both in human and supernatural weapons. He was not an easy target. How were they sent alone for that? I printed the last known office address for his shell corporation and headed to D

Cesan's eyes were wild as he stared worriedly at me, but instead of reassuring him, I turned my head and growled at my dad. “What the fuck, Dad?!” Sin's arms fell to his side as he cursed. “What have you done, Cesan?” He groveled, causing me to furrow my brow. I noticed that my Crescent Moon mark was illuminated and thought it was cool. “You mean this?” I asked as I lifted my moon mark toward him. “He means that you absorbed his bolt and should be dead, “ Cesan explained. I gasped as I clutched the covers to my bare chest.

Kola said to me as he walked in another direction leaving the stunned crowd. He turned to me and gave me his phone to hold while he brought out his wallet to pay. I glanced at the phone. Samsung. I couldn't decipher the model right away though. Somehow my hands pressed the power button and right there, the lock wall paper stared at me. It was the picture of my favorite kpop artists, BTS. I turned to him, my eyes sparkling "You know BTS?" I asked. "You are an Army? Who's your bias? Since when have you being an army? Are you an official fandom? " I asked excited.

For years I have been looking but at time I feel like I am taking two steps forward and three steps back. I think I found something, and I follow through that lead but its turns out to be nothing. Honestly now I feel like giving up, I have thought of doing it so many times. But I made a promise to my father, that I will get rid of this curse. I don’t know who it is that cursed me or why. But I do know that I want to walk around the world free without looking behind my back. I want to wear a backless dress just for fun without fear of someone noticing my blood mark tattoo.

Instead, I decided to activate my new phone to connect myself with the world. The first I did was to log into my Instagram account, then took a look at the official page of the 'Toujours Belle' collection. To my surprise, I found from an announcement that I was replaced by another model. They even clarify it by claiming that I'm having health issues... All my pictures were deleted from their official page. Normally, I would be angry and might even lose control about such a silly thing. Yet, I'm not feeling any sort of feeling about it. It's funny how could life change our beliefs in perspectives in no time.