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explained Ethan to the man he called 'Uncle'. The man's name was Jhony Redorge. The largest shareholder of R company. One of the conglomerates in his homeland. At once, the father of the famous actor, William Redorge. "What exactly happened with her?" William asked Anthony. "Did she just go into shock, stress or something?" Instead of answering, Anthony even asked back. "Apparently, yes. Is there a problem with that?" William. Anthony took a seat near Leona who still looked exhausted. "Did you know if you have asthma, Miss?" asked Anthony. Leona shook her head slightly.

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

It smelled like rotten blood mixed with a bitter scent that could easily be tagged as magic. He followed the trail through thick brush until the pack emerged in a small clearing. The smell hit them hard at one point as they saw a wolf body lying in the dirt. It was one of their soldiers, but the death wasn’t the worst part; the corpse had been carved open. There were strange symbols cut into the flesh. There were dark twisting runes burning faintly, and Rowan stepped forward cautiously. “What in the moon’s name…” Kaelen’s wolf growled low. “This is witchcraft.”

"My Prince, you are awake.. What happened, I heard a loud thud and I rushed in to see you sprawled on the floor.. Are you okay?" I stated at him and back at myself... I am cursed but I am different.. I have been cursed since I was an infant and my cure is a Sheba but I am different now because she is my cure and she has healed me. Sarafina. "I think I have my memories back, Khan" * * *

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

Charlotte's confession. "All my visions are true and I'm sure they are trapped in Sir Gregorio's paintings!" Said Alyssa. "When I touched Sir Gregorio's hidden paintings in the black cabinet, it was like I was going back in time. I saw how the painting sucked them. Even the paintbrushes are hidden in a small box, when I touched the paintbrushes, I saw their frightened faces." "I'm scared of what you're saying, Alyssa." Said Charlotte. Alyssa closed her eyes before speaking again.

It was engraved with a skull wrapped in thorns—the mark of the Forbidden Cult of the Moon-Eaters. "The blood of a breeder isn't just for pups," Seraphina laughed, her voice echoing in the hall. "It's the perfect vessel for a curse. See you at the bottom of the pit, Elara. Don't die too quickly. We need you conscious for the ritual." The doors slammed shut, locking from the outside. I was alone in the kitchen, the black coin shimmering with a dark, pulsating energy that began to drain the light from the room. I looked at the coin, then at my own hands. My veins were starting to glow a faint, sickly purple.

I nodded confirming I was okay and signal them to check on the assassin. Ethan opened the assassin’s shirt and we saw a familiar tattoo imprinted in his chest. This was the same tattoo that we have seen from the rogues that had killed two members of the pack. My eyes caught a glimpse of a white paper in his mouth which he must have plan to swallow to hide it. I stretched out my hand to pull out the piece of paper from his mouth when daggers flew in but we were quick enough to dodge them.

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

I ran into Valen on my way down. "Miss Nash," he bowed his head to me, mocking me as you would bow to an Alpha. "Mr. Douche," I bowed back. "Hey, Bennet and Martel aren't back yet, are they?" He stopped half-turning to hear my answer. "I don't know. I haven't seen them." That means they haven't checked in yet, either. That can't be good. I skipped stopping at the kitchen and went to the library. I opened the open case files for Matice and Oliver. They were going after Donald Montenegro. He was a big arms dealer both in human and supernatural weapons. He was not an easy target. How were they sent alone for that? I printed the last known office address for his shell corporation and headed to D