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He hesitates to answer. “Cursed.” He mumbles, I heard him, but I wanted to make sure it was really clear, “What?” “There’s a group referred to as The Enchanted. They are unnatural creatures that don’t really fit in anywhere. The subgroup for me is Cursed.” He seems upset by it, maybe that’s why he tries so hard to help people. If I was known as a Cursed person I’d want to do whatever I could to prove people wrong. I feel like I understand Corvu a little better.

My vision blurred, and I had to blink rapidly to clear the haze of tears forming at the edges of my eyes. The text was dense, but a crucial word stood out: "However…" My eyes widened as the passage continued, hinting at a detail that might explain more about the illness's nature or its origins. "Should the symptoms persist, it is said that the curse might—" I anxiously flipped to the next page. "Luxuria?" A voice called, and a knock on my door jolted me out of my research. I scrambled to my feet as the knock startled me, hands fumbling to shove the heavy books off my table, hiding any trace of the knowledge I was desperately trying to uncover.

Magic is the only reason I survived that fall. Magic is the only reason I now bear the mark of a Ruined. The inked fingers symbolize my curse. We come to the end of the path, where an old cottage loom close to a lake. I follow the strange lady inside. The interior reminds me a lot of my family's cottage back in the Red Moon Pack. The only difference is that this cottage has a lot of shelves where a good number of bizarre-looking artifacts and runes are kept on. At the back of the cottage, a space has been cleared, where chairs and tables are arranged as though it was a bar shop.

After he tosses more firewood into the fireplace and lights them up, he walks back to me and takes a seat on the armchair beside the couch. I feel utterly uncomfortable and uneasy and improper and - what's even happening? I feel even worse than I did back home when father would- The clatter of the little spoon against the porcelain plate pulls me out of my thoughts before I sink too deep in them. The man had scooped a bunch of sour cherry jam onto a place and dipped the tip of one of the small croissant before he took a large bite out of it. The way he moved was mesmerizing, but somehow it seemed out of place. As if he had to think hard on how to do these things...

She gasped too as soon as she did. "The Solutions to all my curses," Rendall read aloud. "Flip through it and find ours," Helia said eagerly and Rendall began to do what she had asked me to. He flipped through the pages carefully until he stumbled on a heading. "The Destined Curse of The Werewolves and Werelions," Helia read aloud. "Destined Curse?" Rendall asked and they both looked at each other. They looked back at the book and frowned. "You've got to be kidding me," Helia frowned. The page they were both looking at was torn. The only thing that was left was the heading.

Not believing they are inside a world entirely different to them. Huzefa smirked at their reaction, extending his hand towards the small portion of inferno set into the real world, “Gentlemen and Ladies, I present to you the curse we called upon ourselves- Welcome to The Dimension of Katastrofi.”

Isla saw the notification light up his phone on the kitchen counter, saw the way his expression shifted when he picked it up and read it. He looked at the text for a long time. His thumb hovered over the keyboard like he was deciding between multiple versions of a response. Finally he typed something, deleted it, typed again, hit send. But the hesitation told its own story. Whatever was happening with Wren, whatever history they carried, it wasn't settled. And meanwhile Dorian's message sat on Zachary's phone unanswered. "I heard the treatment is working. We should talk. There are things about the trial you don't know yet. Things about who funded it and why. Call me."

It wasn't like I hadn't tried telling my family about the curse. A month ago, the pack witch, Alina Lopez, told me that the curse was extremely deadly, with no way of lifting it. I would be coughing up blood and dying in a month. The first thing I did was to return home to see my family. As soon as I walked in, I saw my older brother, Kent Greene, happily holding up a beautiful new dress against Natali Fisher. "Dad, Mom, look at the dress Kent bought for me—isn't it beautiful?" Natali twirled around with the dress and looked over to Mom and Dad.

After a few seconds, he snapped out of it and flew into a rage. He shouted as he pointed at the photo, "Amelia, what kind of sick game are you playing? Why are you displaying these things? Are you trying to curse Heidi?" I stared at him coldly, my heart unmoved. "Even now, you refuse to believe Heidi is gone. How dense can you be?" My voice was eerily calm, sending goosebumps to anyone who was listening. "Ethan, why would I use Heidi to deceive you? You're not worth it anymore. If you don't believe me, ask Simon if he really picked Heidi up safely that day!"

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.