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Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

The air cracked open like thunder. The battlefield had gone eerily still, every sound swallowed by the unnatural quiet that followed the explosion. Smoke curled upward from the scorched earth, and through the haze, Elara could feel it—the pulse of something ancient and wrong spreading through the world. The curse had awakened.

Not a cursed half-thing, but a true wolf, a true Alpha. Then the pain hit. It started in my chest, a burning that spread through my veins like liquid fire. I stumbled, my paws skidding on ice. My warriors circled back, confused, concerned. But I barely noticed them. The hollow place inside me, where the curse lived, suddenly erupted. Something dark and ancient surged forward, overwhelming my wolf's consciousness. I tried to push it back, tried to maintain control, but it was too strong. My vision went red. When I came back to myself, I was standing over one of my warriors. Kael, young and eager, barely twenty winters. His throat was torn open, blood steaming in the snow. Dead.

Lankko closed his eyes and heard the cluck of the chicken against the chirping of the many insects of the forest. "Enjoying your mud bath?" Lankko heard Enzir's voice. He opened his eyes and saw the muddy face and body of his master. Lankko sat up and tried not to laugh at his master's appearance. "What do we do now, Jad Enzir?" he asked. ******* Author's Note Thanks for reading! If you like the story so far, please show your appreciation by leaving a good review and giving this novel a good rating. P.S. If you're interested in horror, check out my other novel also in GoodNovel entitled 'Vampire of the New World'. I also have a paranormal romance novel entitled 'Entice the Moon to Fall'.

The tunnel shook. Lena barely managed to keep her footing as she sprinted after Cassian, the book clutched to her chest. The air was thick with dust, the scent of ancient stone splitting apart filling her lungs. Behind them, something rumbled. Moving. Not just the collapse of the chamber—something else. Something alive. Dorian cursed as a chunk of the ceiling cracked and fell, missing him by inches. “This is exactly why we don’t touch cursed books in haunted tombs!”

"And a lot of them." I spin, scanning the room—the sitting area is wide, open, too exposed with nowhere to hide. It's a damn killing field designed for their advantage. There's no cover, no escape route, no tactical position. More of them flood in, slipping between shadows like smoke, clawed hands dragging against the walls, leaving gouges in the plaster, hissing through blood-stained teeth. Some crawl across the ceiling, defying gravity, fingernails digging into the plaster. Others crouch low, eyes wild and hungry, muscles bunched for attack. The stench of death and rot coats the air, thick enough to choke on. I hear growling behind me—Cassidy, Brian, their voices transforming into somethin

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Real fear. “Charlie—” I choked out, holding out a hand toward him, fingers trembling violently. “Don’t—don’t get close. I can’t—control—” But he ignored me. Of course he did. He pushed himself up, coughing, stumbling to his knees, then his feet. His eyes were bright with terror—but not of me. Of losing me. And that was somehow worse. He took a step forward. My entire body convulsed. The curse surged. My breath ripped out of me in a broken, strangled sound. The Wicked roared in my skull, clawing at my mind.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

The assassins came on a moonless night. Elif was sleeping when the First Wolf's power flared inside her, a warning, a scream. She was on her feet before she was fully awake, her blade in her hand, her eyes scanning the darkness. Beside her, Niklas was already moving, his body shifting into its wolf form, his amber eyes glowing. "How many?" he asked, his voice rough with the shift. "Five. Maybe six. They are in the eastern corridor." They moved together, silent and fast, through the halls of the new stronghold. The half-bloods who saw them pass pressed themselves against the walls, their faces pale, their eyes wide. They had not expected danger here, in this place that was supposed to be safe