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Curling into myself on the cold floor hugging my knees tight, I buried my head in my knees. “Should I give up?” I questioned myself. “Is this a dream or a magical land?” My eyes lifted and my pupils were growing big, through the massive window I saw it, a tiny pup with a white fur against the glass, dangling helplessly by a rope around its stomach. I saw a small pup with white fur dangling across the huge window outside my window. “Is that a fairy? My gaze sharpened and instantly panicked. “No….no,no,no!” Panic chewed me. I pounded against the glass, but the glass held firm.

It was a symbol of their triumph, of their new beginning, and their unwavering strength as leaders. Sofia sat on the porch, a soft breeze ruffling her hair, as she watched her two pups playing in the yard. Sifa, the older of the two, bounded around with the energy of a small wolf, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. His fur, a deep, rich brown, gleamed under the sunlight, much like Alaric’s. Sara, a one-year-old bundle of joy, followed her brother’s every move, her golden curls bouncing as she tried to mimic his every action, though she was still finding her feet. Her laughter filled the air, a sound so pure it made Sofia’s heart swell with pride.

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

Soren said grimly. "This doesn't make sense," Tarlon said frantically. "Who attacks a Grimshaw Alpha on his own territory?" Pack members were gathering around us, all talking at once. "Has to be the Blackstone pack," someone said. "Or the Council," another voice added. "They've been watching us." "Shut up!" Soren commanded. "All of you, shut up and THINK!" But I could see it in their faces. The fear. The recognition. "It's her," someone whispered. "The curse is real."

Something strange stirred beneath my skin—a prickling heat that spread like wildfire through my veins, My body went into spams, My vision blurred as I stumbled to my knees, it seemed as though the world was tilting dangerously around me, my bones cracking and reshaping with agonizing intensity. Fur sprouted from my skin, coarse and pearly white, my limbs contorting into a new form. And then I shocked myself, a raspy snarl tore from my throat, My fingers curled into claws, I could feel my senses sharpened, the world now painted in stark contrasts of light and shadow from the normal colours I was used to.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

“We’ve exhausted our supplies treating the refugees. The illness spreading among them—it feels unnatural.” Jorah frowned. “What type of illness?” “Their wolves remain unresponsive,” she answered, her tone subdued. “It’s as if the curse is ensnaring their spirits between forms. I’ve never encountered anything like it.” He cursed softly, directing his gaze back toward the valley. “Then we will purge it. Whatever that darkness is, it shall not invade this fortress.” Mira hesitated before inquiring, “And what if it’s already inside?” The statement hit him like a dagger. He whirled around, his eyes narrowing. “What are you implying?”

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

I was so much mesmerized by the painting that I haven’t realized when someone entered the hall and stood beside me. “This was the portrait of the king Lycaon.” Diana said breaking the silence. I hummed but didn’t looked at her direction. she continued. “The very first werewolf cursed by the god Zeus himself.” I looked behind my shoulder and meet her mysterious eyes. Diana was also looking at the painting. She was in her jogging tracks. She still managed to looked beautiful and my insides boiled with jealousy for some unknown reason. “You know he once said, the difference between love and war is which kills you first.” I frowned unable to understand what she was trying to say.

They were foaming in their mouths, drooling, walked with their hands and feet to the ground and their backs to the sky. They were crawling (in a really weird way) towards me. They looked like something unholy. Their eyes were totally with. Just cornea, no iris or pupil. Their skin was pale and ashy like they hadn't seen sunlight in decades. “Blood! Blood! Blood!” Was all they yelled as they pulled closer to me looking hungry for something. Blood? “Blood! Blood! Blood!” Things…teeth long and spiky protruded as they stood erect. “Blood!” They chanted. As they rushed towards me. I closed my eyes. There was no more escape. Tears fell from my closed eyes. I whimpers.