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he walked ahead without waiting for a reply. “Wait,” I grabbed his arm, glaring. “I need answers not an exorcism.” “What do you want to know?” “I want to know if there is a way to break the curse on the redcursed. Also, about if there is another type of curse that fed of the non-human in Dotoria.” “Very well. Until now, there no cure for the curse and there is no other curse than the one on the redcursed. Dotoria is a land protecting the humans. Now that you got your answer, you can leave. It happens we are waiting for an important visitor.”

Alyssa suddenly called me back to earth, "Why are you so quiet, today?" "Oh, I'm just thinking," I replied. "About?" "Nothing." "Something, I know," she said. "Well, just some weird stuff," I said before I could stop myself. "I like weird stuff," Cammie insisted with her curious eyes looking at me. I shouldn't have blurted it in front of them, because what has drilled into every genius's head is a curiosity that could kill a cat. But maybe I could take my chances with them. "Well, do you believe that there are... other humanoid creatures besides humans?" I tried to make my question sound as normal as I could manage.

Also, the pain of losing someone close is very hard and on top of that, to live with the guilt of murdering them is enough to make a person dead inside. It's been three years since Jacob has left the world leaving me alone to deal with the werewolves. I am still the Luna Queen but it's only a title for me because I don't have the right to make any decision as now I am considering a cursed person. However, I don't feel bad about it because after hearing the same thing for so many years, I also have started to believe that I am really an unlucky person or why my mate would die so tragically.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

"So you think it's me too." "I think we need answers," Tarlon said. "What kind of answers?" Dante asked weakly from the floor. "She's cursed. We all know it now." "We need to test it," Soren said suddenly. "Test what?" "Whether her touch actually kills." Soren's eyes were calculating. "You want to test whether I kill people by touching them?" I backed away from him. "I want to know what we're dealing with," Soren said. "If you're truly cursed, we need to understand the mechanics."

He stared at the ice erupting across his arm, frost racing up his skin like living glass. 'What did you do to me?' Someone in the chat finally recognized it. [Isn’t that the Frost Curse? It’s a rare item you only get from killing the final boss in the Frostfall City dungeon!]

It was a puzzle, a living enigma, and somehow, that recognition stirred a different kind of awareness in me, one that made my chest tighten in curiosity rather than hunger. And then I caught it. The scent. Not Julian's, sharp-edged with arrogance, not even Rowan's, constant, loyal, seasoned with centuries of shared hunts and quiet battles—both laced with obsession because of my curse—but something subtler, more deliberate. Ashford carried a faint trace of it, almost imperceptible, earthy and measured, mingling with old parchment and ink, with the faintest whisper of rain on stone. It did not pull, did not press on my body as the curse did; it intrigued, teased, demanded my mind before my fle

Still in his wolf nature, this oddly familiar stranger bent towards me rubbing his fur against my face. Even if I was scared of the whole thing that just happened, I had no energy to fight back, I just laid there in the floor in a foetal position, with his fur rubbing softly against my skin, and then the weirdest thing happened, as if enough weird things hadn’t already happened , I clearly heard his voice in my head, “Zelda, it’s time to come home!” Home?! Which home?! Or is this my head playing mind games with me, I wanted to fully discern what is going on with me but I really could not.

“He’s mine now. And soon all of you will be dead.” Suddenly, the furniture in the room begins to tremble. Chairs scrape violently across the floor and pictures of him rattle in their frames. The floorboards groan under me. Panic claws inside me. How can a curse unleash such power? It has definitely spread to the point that it can possess Ezra. A loud buzzing noise fills the room, and the eyes of robot Cody, who’s perched on top of one of the chest drawers across the room, start to glow blue. Then he flies through the air, aiming straight at my head.