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A hand moved up and down my arm, and I swallowed again. I ripped myself from my dad’s arms, then straightened and stared at the two people who would burn down the whole world for me. “Eden is not a normal werewolf.” I intoned. I had no idea where that came from. “She is not a hybrid either, because we would have all known. Eden is…” I clenched my fist, then moved around in circles in search for a better term. I didn’t care if I looked like a nutcase. Heck! I sure as hell felt like one.

As soon as Wollongong asked about James, a look of respect appeared on Jules’ face. “You have no idea how terrifying Mr. Caden is.” He began to get lost in his memories. “A while ago, I headed to the Eidolon Sect, but I accidentally got caught up in a conspiracy and entered a Cursed World. “Do you know about curses? “It’s Curse Power. According to rumors, it is a power left by an Ancestral God during the Primeval Age. That world is filled with Curse Power.

Without warning, Edrick walked over to me, his movements hurried. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of photographs. I took them from him and looked at them closely, a grim amusement dancing in my eyes. One photo showed Elijah with his hand inside a girl's stomach. The other was even more different—Elijah dragging the half-disemboweled body of a girl out of a room. I leaned back in my chair, my expression cold and impassive, but inside, I felt a wave of fury.

“I’ve seen strange signs, Your Majesty. Crops withering overnight. Pupils born with no howl. And three of our border patrol vanished.” Whispers broke out. But Alpha Varek of the Iron Claw Pack leaned back lazily, expression unreadable. “So you’re saying we’re at war again?” he drawled. “Before the honeymoon gifts are even unwrapped?” Edric’s voice sharpened like a blade. “Not war. Not yet. But something worse.” Mr. Yellow sat on the windowsill like a fluffy judge, tail twitching, eyes narrowed. I cleared my throat and stood. “I had a vision. Not a dream. A message. The dark forest pulses with cursed power. Aldrian is no longer a man. He is a beast bound by dark rituals. And the witch Florenc

LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S / KELLY THOMPSON'S POV Jason raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue. I take a deep breath before explaining, "Eden's illness isn't natural. It's the result of a curse - a powerful one that's been slowly draining his life force. That's why none..." I say but can't finish my sentence as we approach the gates of the royal palace. The head housemaid Tina comes rushing towards us, her face etched with worry.

One of the figures dipped a thin, curved obsidian glass dagger into the basin, causing the surface to ripple. My heart pounded. "If you touch me with that—" "You won't be hurt," the figure said coolly. "Unless you are undeserving." The dagger had a dim glimmer. They applied pressure to my palm, allowing the ice to seep into my skin without causing any cuts. The basin's liquid light pulsed once, twice. suddenly exploded with a dazzling brightness. I gave a gasp. Shards of color broke through the darkness. Before my eyes, brief, disorganized images flashed. Under a red moon, wolves howl. Standing on a stone altar was a woman with eyes just like mine. A crown of light. A sea of flames.

《Eliza》 I couldn't believe it. He went to her when she broke down after all I did was merely yell at her. This curse was relentless and merciless. Why give me my mate and then take him away? Tears burned in my eyes from it and I walked away. Celeste whimpers from the growing distance between us and Kyle, and the fact that our mate was with another woman. But why would I be surprised? We were looking ago cast away by Wolf Society for something we didn't even cause. “Miss Eliza?” someone calls out.

Gail closed her bedroom door and leaned against it. Despite her best attempts, the guilt flooded her. The witches had all but declared war on the werewolves. Worse yet, it seemed they were winning. Gail had no doubts that the coven controlling all werewolves in the area, or possibly the country, wasn’t a good thing. But what could she do about it? She took down the box from the closet with the idea to toss the charm in there, but when she saw the pictures, she hesitated. Gail plopped down on the bed next to the box. She picked up one photograph.

Edward whispered softly close to my ear. --To be continued… Please SUPPORT my other works: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18+ and Conquering the Emperor 18+