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Dane abruptly stops, his hand touching on the cave wall, his hands tracing over what seems to be a black drawing of a crow. He points out other drawings…touching them…but I don’t want to touch them, there is something weird about the drawings…my wolf warning me not to go anywhere near them. “It’s too dark…wait…” I can barely see in front of me know, I can just make out Dane taking his top off and crouching down to the floor, sparks landing at my feet as he hits two rocks together trying to start a fire.

Lighting my wrap of cigar, I placed it between my lips and sucked in its toxic smoke into my lungs. Jacob and Daniel were sparring, knocking themselves down till someone actually tapped out. To be honest, it was a fun game to play because someone always got hurt, which was definite okay for me because I never lost to the game it to any opponent. But I had won so many times that the game became a huge bore ti me.

My mother said. “No! We should bury him. He deserves a proper--” “We should be quick.” My father cut me off so Ilooked at my mate. “We’ll bury him in our pack.” He said and got an empty glass container and started gathering the ashes. *** Blood on my palm drops of blood on my body. I was covered with blood, I looked in front and saw myself in the mirror holding my mate dead with blood on his neck. My mouth was covered with blood. “AHHHH!” I screamed and sat up. And realized it was only a nightmare, I kept having nightmares after that incident in Mt. Peramidia. They believed that Edgar sacrificed himself to cut the curse but I doubt it, what if he didn't?

There was a sudden shout from outside, and I was out of my seat and running for the door before I realized it. It opened before I got to it, and in came Brian, Cain, Calvin, and Daniel, carrying a very wounded and bleeding Dane. The table was hastily cleared, and his body was laid upon it. Cuts littered his face and arms, and when the cloth being used to staunch blood moved, I noticed the massive cut at his side. If the way his leg hung limply off the table was any indication, then his bone was broken or dislocated somewhere. He coughed, and it was a thick sound, a gurgle of blood following it.

“They believe you hold the key. Your blood… your wolf… your ancestry. They want your life. They want your heart. And they will not relent.” A wave of nausea gripped Aria. “My heart? Why do they want it?” Riven lurched forward, dropping to his knees. Rowan was the first to reach him, holding his shoulders, but Riven jerked away, eyes frantic. “Don’t touch me! I’m cursed—contaminated!” he cried. Aria knelt slowly, disregarding Rowan’s warning growl. She reached out, placing her hand gently on Riven’s face. His shaking subsided.

I was determined to let Ethan realize the consequences of his actions. Before long, Ethan strode in, looking impatient. He said, "It's about time you apologized. Why haven't you just done this before? How many times do I have to tell you that Mandy and I are just like siblings? And what are you doing in this dump? It's so depressing." His words trailed off as his gaze was drawn to a photograph on the wall—an enlarged portrait of Heidi smiling radiantly. Ethan froze, his expression a mix of disbelief and horror. After a few seconds, he snapped out of it and flew into a rage.

He knows that she won't smile for him or because of him. He walked into the forest and saw dead body of the Vampire whom he killed last night. Augustus looked at the dead body and smirked. He was returning home last night with Valerina's stuff when Carl crossed his path. "Woah!... Is it really you or am I dreaming?" Carl chuckled when he saw Augustus with bags of human stuff. Augustus stopped and rolled his eyes, he doesn't want to dirty his hand and clothes by his blood. "Is this really a human stuff?... Do you have a human pet or something?.."

"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."

I'm in a dark large space that resembles a dungeon of some kind, I notice a few bondage contraptions on the wall and a shiver runs down my spine. When the three men finally stand in front of me, I'm able to take a good look at them. They all seem to be Vampires, they glare at me viciously, their stares like flying daggers. Two of them are dressed normally but the third person is wearing a black and red cloak. When the both of them give way for him, only then do I realize that he's carrying a tray of what seems like torture devices. I don't know much about Vampires but I've heard enough to know that they're ruthless.

The Wyres adopted it years ago when they were cursed, turning to a new Goddess to worship. “They have chosen this cord, colored like blood, to represent the life that has been lost. And for the life that will no longer be wasted. As their hands are tied, we remember that these ties are not to bind, but to strengthen the vow of their commitment to themselves and their people.