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he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

He leaned in closer, his red eyes burning with a dark, scientific curiosity. "Until her. She is the only exception. I am certain my blood will work on her exactly the way it used to work before I was cursed. She has already survived my touch. She has survived my wolf's bite. I am entirely certain she will survive my blood. It will stitch her wounds back together." Vergil pressed his bleeding forearm right against my closed lips. "Drink up, blondie," he commanded softly. Instinctively, I clamped my jaws shut. I clamped them so hard my teeth ached as I twisted my head to the side, trying to pull away from him.

"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" * * *

The cursed wolf rested in love. The light rested in love. Love was the allowance. And it settled. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. Always. The manor rested in love. The garden rested in love. The light rested in love. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. And that was the wholeness. The ease. The allowance. The completeness. The all. Always. The cursed wolf rested in love. The light rested in love. Love was the quiet.

Ugliest and the most rotten werewolves. With his other hand, he tried to reach my neck. However, I instantly grabbed it and snapped the bones in it. Then I kicked him and heard the crunch of bones before he crouched down. He wailed in pain, and I hissed in return. Kyro took over me. My eyes turned red. ‘You deserve more for laying your filthy hands on my girl, you foul creature.’ Relaying through the mind link, I raised my claws in the air and, with a single, fierce moment, ripped his head off his body.

Her answer sure came as a surprise to me. “It’s hard to understand this but the ancestors of the Goldsman were lycanthrope. It’s said that the Eldest Goldsman was referred to as Lord. He was cursed by a nasty witch after he ordered her execution for murdering innocent kids in name of sacrificial rituals. Due to it, he underwent a lot of trouble.” Caitlyn had a distant look in her eyes, staring past my shoulders towards the forest behind me.

They walked around the royal hall, looking at the paintings displayed on the walls, and on the other side hung the family pictures and portraits of the rulers of the kingdom, the royal blood, the Alpha Kings, and their Lunas, generation after generation. Katherine paused in front of a portrait that caught her eye. There was something about him that sent a shiver down her spine. He looked vicious, his gaze cold and unfeeling, even in the image. The man exuded an aura of danger. Someone that no one should cross, someone that everyone must fear. Among the other portraits and persons in them, he has the coldest and surly aura. Unlike the other portraits, where the figures had softer, friendlier