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She turned to Vivian, who wore the same type of creepy smile. “What the hell does she mean by that?” my wolf, Amber, asked inside my mind. She was tired of Vivian and Veronica’s constant bullying, but, for my dad’s sake, I had made her promise not to hurt them. “But…” I was sure I’d heard correctly. I had no doubt that Vivian had cried over her mate bond with a cursed wolf. “But nothing, Lila,” Veronica said. “My daughter can’t be mated to a cursed wolf. He doesn’t even have a pack!” Her eyes were wild with fury.

I'm in a dark large space that resembles a dungeon of some kind, I notice a few bondage contraptions on the wall and a shiver runs down my spine. When the three men finally stand in front of me, I'm able to take a good look at them. They all seem to be Vampires, they glare at me viciously, their stares like flying daggers. Two of them are dressed normally but the third person is wearing a black and red cloak. When the both of them give way for him, only then do I realize that he's carrying a tray of what seems like torture devices. I don't know much about Vampires but I've heard enough to know that they're ruthless.

Lighting my wrap of cigar, I placed it between my lips and sucked in its toxic smoke into my lungs. Jacob and Daniel were sparring, knocking themselves down till someone actually tapped out. To be honest, it was a fun game to play because someone always got hurt, which was definite okay for me because I never lost to the game it to any opponent. But I had won so many times that the game became a huge bore ti me.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

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 didn’t even raise my hand fully,just a little move of my wrist. The force that came out from me wasn’t just fire. It wasn't a shadow. It was raw and undiluted. Veyra flew backward as if pushed by invisible chains, crashing into the far bookshelf with a splintering crack. Tomes rained down around her like judgment. She scrambled up, face flushed with anger. She smiled and wiped her mouth. “You’ve gotten strong,” she spat, blood trickling from her lip. “But you’re still alone.” She hurled another bolt,darker this time, mixed with curse-sigils I recognized from the Obsidian Vault.

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."

One of the figures dipped a thin, curved obsidian glass dagger into the basin, causing the surface to ripple. My heart pounded. "If you touch me with that—" "You won't be hurt," the figure said coolly. "Unless you are undeserving." The dagger had a dim glimmer. They applied pressure to my palm, allowing the ice to seep into my skin without causing any cuts. The basin's liquid light pulsed once, twice. suddenly exploded with a dazzling brightness. I gave a gasp. Shards of color broke through the darkness. Before my eyes, brief, disorganized images flashed. Under a red moon, wolves howl. Standing on a stone altar was a woman with eyes just like mine. A crown of light. A sea of flames.

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.