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And yet, there is something inside of me that is curious and wants me to get to the bottom of this. “...So you see, the Swans-” Robert’s voice fades back into existence in my mind, but I interrupt him. “Will you give me a lesson on curses?” I ask, causing him to stop his writing in its tracks, his back still turned to me. After a few long moments, Robert sets the chalk down and turns around to face me. “Ruby,” he says grimly, “curses are caused by a terribly evil form of black magic. Their history is fraught with death and gore. I’m not so positive that Lycan Atwood would be pleased with such horrors filling your young mind.”

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

“So I’m supposed to understand that you two teenagers activated the parallel curse.” Seth finally spoke up after listening to Gabriel for a couple of minutes. He had heard about the possibility of that but never cared to try it out. “What’s that?” They both asked at the same time. “What you just told me. Activating the highest dimension of our curse by killing someone.” Seth explained. “Oh, that is what it is called.” Gabriel said. “Well, you must not let anyone know about this. It is against the rules, werewolves should not have access to this knowledge, it may turn out very bad. I will not punish you two for this because I did not tell you earlier.” Seth said.

The smell of piss and feces hit my nose, and vomit lodged in my throat. It burned like hell, but I swallowed, not wanting to add to the horrendous stench. The garage had cement walls, and two barred cells stood across from us with a solid wall between them. One was vacant, but the other one held someone. A figure crouched in the corner, hiding its face. The only evidence that it was human was the clothes I could see and the lack of hair on the arms.

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

Robbie followed in the opposite direction, his powerful body carrying us through the trees at lightning speed. The deeper we ran through the woods, the stronger the presence of the curse became. I could feel it in my bones. It was thick in the air now, clinging to the trees like rot. The stench was unbearable: rotten eggs, burnt copper, and something sweet and sickly, like spoiled fruit. We were close. Robbie slowed, then stopped completely, his large wolf form bristling as he crouched low. I felt his muscles tighten beneath me. He lowered himself so I could slide off, and I did, carefully placing a hand on his fur for balance before stepping forward.

"You don't know? Those photos are trending everywhere now. The company's stock is plummeting. So, tell me, James, what are you going to do about it?" His face turned ashen, and he looked at me with a mix of desperation and helplessness. "What do we do? What do we do? I'm sorry, I swear I don't know anything about this." I picked up my phone leisurely, taking my time to scroll. "The silhouette in these photos... that's Jess, isn't it?" "Yes, yes, that's Jess!" His agreement came too quickly, his panic all too evident. "These unscrupulous media outlets are making things up! Babe, my heart belongs only to you, I swear! Don't believe their lies!"

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

She howled, picking me up from the bench by my sore arm. “I don’t really have a choice here..” I shot back, trying to keep my tone very low. “You think you can change him? I have been here longer than anyone else and I will tell you the truth. You can’t stay here with that man!” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly pulled my hand away from hers, “why not?” I asked and she scoffed. “Jordan is cursed! There’s a beast living within him and he won’t tell you this because he wants to trap you here and drain the life out of you until you have absolutely nothing to live for!”

The entire pack probably knew before I did. Crowley disappeared into the back room and returned with a large wooden case. He set it on the table and flipped the lid open, revealing rows of colored vials. Antitoxins. Hope. “Perhaps,” he said, “if you can scent the antidote, you can match it to the wolfsbane strain. Zey might manage it.” I shook my head immediately. “I can’t smell anything but the mate bond,” I admitted, jaw tight. “Her scent is overpowering everything. It’s all I can do not to—”