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Her pale face was unreadable, but her eyes held a wariness I could understand. “You’re the one searching for answers?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with a strange mix of curiosity and apprehension. “We got word that you may come to us.” “I am,” I replied, trying to make my voice steady despite the exhaustion in my chest. “I seek knowledge about the curse. I need to know how it works. How to break it.” She stepped closer, eyeing me cautiously. “You don’t understand what you’re asking. The curse isn’t something that can be beaten. It’s not like any other death.”

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

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.

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.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

After that he simply vanished which was already making his existence suspicious. Another possibility was that something may have happened to Curtis, such as an attack or injury, which has prevented him from reaching out to Cyrus. In this case, Cyrus may need to search for any clues or evidence that could lead him to his beta's location. Alternatively, if the vampiric bond is not yet detected by Cyrus, it's possible that Curtis could be under the influence of someone else or something, such as a vampire or a magical artifact. In this case, Cyrus may need to seek help from other supernatural beings to locate and rescue his beta.