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She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

Even through the mask the wolfsbane in the air was starting to make my head spin. Terrence tried to laugh but it came out strained. “Well,” he muttered, “that… could’ve gone better.” Bella knelt beside him and hissed under her breath. “His tibia’s snapped.” I could already smell the blood. Zey growled. Leave. Now. He wasn’t wrong. The longer we stayed in here the weaker we’d get. I grabbed Terrence’s shoulder. “We’re getting you out.” Terrence shook his head weakly. “Fans… still running,” he said through clenched teeth. “Blowing that shit straight to Crescent lands.”

I fall to the ground, palms wrapped around my head as I struggle to contain the terror that eats at me. A familiar face comes into view. Kael Storm. All black haired glory, piercing hazel eyes sparking with fury and cold intensity, lean muscular build towering over me as his arm snakes around my waist and pulls me in roughly. The curse. The doom. The marking. The darkness. All of it commingles in powerful waves that become too difficult to bear. More tears free fall down my face, sobs rack my chest, and breathing becomes too much of a luxurious activity for me to handle.

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

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.

He said. "Tell them, we want a truce, not war." I meant that. He glanced at the window and stood. "Werewolves use scent to recognize their kin, vampires use Clan name, hunters use insignia. I want to carry your insignia." And glee tickled my heart hearing him said that. He offered his fist and Zild held it. Zild said, "I want to why you want to carry our insignia." "I'm sick of how they usually cover their fear this way. I've seen enough anomalies. I wanted to cut this stereotype of beliefs about immortals." I smiled at him. I saw him wince but managed to bear it.

I stop abruptly and the man stops with me, his hand grabbing my arm and pulling me close. "Did not think someone like you would be this shy-" he traces my face with the back of his fingers and I slap his hand away from my face, shaking lightly. "Someone like me?!" I hiss between my teeth and it seems that my rage only fuels something within the man as he smirks at me, showing off his disgustingly yellow teeth. Up close, Father Cassimir is even more disgusting. Maybe if he took better care of himself... no! It was a matter of the heart! his heart was tainted and no amount of water and soap would wash that away!

Although he may not possess the same overwhelming power as the other male, a distinct aura of strength enveloped him. He patted the nurse's back and swiftly left the room. The nurse, now standing before me, held up an injection. Its liquid was a vivid shade of red, and I recalled my mother mentioning that red often contained herbs used to weaken wolves, rendering them fragile and susceptible, typically employed in times of war.

“I wanted to apologize for whatever I had done to you, your pack and your family. I am sorry.” My eyes were any second near before shredding tears. The most ruthless and tyrant alpha was apologizing. “I know what I have done is unforgivable and haven’t think of you to forgive me ether. I wanted you to know that it was not you, it’s me. it’s always been me who was not worthy enough of a mate to you. I am…” he looked lost for words. “I am cursed. Whatever, whoever comes nears me, gets nothing except hurt and pain. I am a mess.” He said finally.