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"My blood is becoming lethal. In four weeks, I'm going to be too dangerous to be near. And there's no antidote. There's no solution. There's just....a countdown I can't stop." Edmund was quiet for a long moment. Then he set down the brush he'd been using and turned to face her fully. "Come with me," he said. "Let me show you something." *** Edmund led her down a narrow corridor. Deeper into the earth. To a room she didn't know existed. The walls were lined with books. Ancient books. Handwritten journals. Maps. Artifacts. "The Howlington archives," Edmund said. "Everything we've documented over two hundred years. Every curse. Every challenge. Every impossible situation."

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.

"Look, you're stressed. You're seeing monsters in the shadows because the truth that nature is just cruel is too boring for you. Get your head out of those books and imaginations, Aina. It's rotting your brain." He turned and headed up the stairs without another word. I looked down at the floor. A heavy, leather bound book lay sprawled near the leg of the table. I picked it up, tracing the embossed cover- an ancient, silver eyed wolf perched on a mountain, looking down at a world it intended to swallow whole. But what if it's not just my imagination? I thought, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. What if the legends weren't just stories to keep kids out of the dark? What if

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.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

The way he said 'what you are' instead of 'who you are' made my blood run cold. "Okay, What if the tests prove I'm not cursed?" I asked desperately. "Then we'll know you're something else," Soren replied. "Something worse." I looked around the hall one more time. At Tony's body. At Dante bleeding on the floor. At pack members who wouldn't meet my eyes. "What could be worse than cursed?" I whispered. "Deliberately evil," Soren said simply. The words hit me so hard. In their minds, I was either cursed or evil. There was no third option where I was innocent.

“Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.” Her lips moved but I saw was the Moon goddess speaking. “It's time for your awakening.” “And the world is not ready for you.”

Eden, however, stood right behind the dead bitch, stared at her step-sister with zero emotions and munched on a heart as if it was an apple. I knew I was supposed to think that the view was awful, but again, the erection straining against my zipper was enough proof to know I didn’t find the situation anywhere near appalling. “If I can’t fuck you while you’re eating that thing, I think I’ll die,” Titus whined. His voice was loud enough to catch Eden’s attention. Her eyes snapped to us and she instantly flashed us a bright smile. Eden looked like a character from horror movies - all blood and gore. Why did I find this scene sexy, again?

All the streams were doing well, economically and socially so, I pushed the many papers to the side then my eyes landed on the file that was on my right hand side again. I hesitated for a few seconds then pulled it to my side. It was written in bold, “EDNA WHITNEY.” I crotched my head and opened it. “Edna Whiteny, a girl who is rumoured to have been cursed at birth.” The words came out of my mouth as I tried to read the file. “She is not a wolf nor a witch, her identity is unknown.” I smiled again and shook my head as I continued to read the file.