The Alpha's Prickly Porcupine
The ring is fused to my skin by the dark magic, refusing to yield to brute physical strength, leaving us with only one desperate, painful option to reclaim our autonomy and turn the tide of this battle before it is too late.
With a final, desperate effort, I bite my own lip until it bleeds, letting my royal blood drip onto the moonstone to override the foreign magical frequency with my own essence. The metallic taste of copper floods my mouth as the warm crimson droplet falls directly onto the glowing facets of the cursed gem.