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Damien said, voice low, eyes bright with the silver glow of the curse. The whole house shuddered. Candle flames jittered and stretched. The air pressed heavy on their skin, charged with something old and electric. “The Binding Moon,” he whispered. Lena swallowed hard. “What does that mean?” “It means the curse peaks tonight. It’s hungry to finish the cycle to end what it started centuries ago.” A pulse of magic surged through Damien. He gritted his teeth, doubling over briefly. “Damien!” Lena caught him. He shook his head violently. “Don’t don’t touch me when I’m like this.”

It only means both sides are waiting for the next strike. And now, with the rogues growing bolder and the goddess’s curse spreading through the mountains, the council has forced what neither Alpha wanted — a peace summit. One last attempt to stop another Blood Moon War. Two packs. Two enemies bound by history and hate. They will meet beneath the same sky that once blessed them. But the moon doesn’t shine for peace anymore. It watches for vengeance. And soon, it will choose

I ask, voice raw. Vastian’s gaze hardens. “No,” he says. “Claiming you—if you choose us—will fully bind you to us as our mate, but the curse won’t lift under this moon.” “Then when?” His eyes flick skyward, toward where the sun already bows its head behind the trees. “Under the Milk Moon.” I frown. The name is foreign and familiar all at once. “What is that?” He smiles faintly. “It’s a moon that comes only once each year. Brighter than any other. It didn’t make sense before—before the veil between our realm and yours thinned. But after the curse… we understood.”

So, I’m sure he’s shocked, and by the look on his face I’d say I was right. The change in her demeanor is obvious. She looks at me very serious, she’s all business now. “This is the spell that made your father the monster he is.” She says shoving the book closer to me. I look at the spell, not really sure what I’m supposed to do with this information. Not to mention I can’t read half of it. She sighs, “The moon man has been around for centuries. He’s supernatural, but he should have passed a long time ago. There’s no reason for him to be alive. He’s been dormant for years though. No packs have been attacked in almost eighteen years. The witches thought it was finally over, we thought he fina

Hazel asked suddenly. Everyone turned to look at her. “Full moon?” I repeated. “Why does that matter?” Mama Felz’s eyes lit up with understanding. “Because that’s when the curse-breaking spell needs to be performed. Curses this deep are tied to lunar cycles, especially as a werewolf. We break it on the full moon, or we don’t break it at all.” “When’s the next full moon?” Hazel asked again. “Four days,” I said immediately. “We have four days to get everything ready.”

Evan prepared a grand proposal for Carmen. He made a heart out of roses on the beach and got down on one knee in front of her. On Evan's third day of being Carmen's fiancé, she brought him home to meet her father, Burton Locke. He turned out to be the criminal boss in charge of the entire criminal organization. There was a camera hidden in a button on Evan's shirt, and it recorded everything. Based on the footage that was transmitted back to them, the police were able to confirm that Burton had orchestrated several major cases that occurred abroad.

"And if you marry me, you will die. In less than a year." The words hit her like a punch to the gut, and she recoiled, her breath catching in her throat. "What are you talking about?" she demanded, her heart pounding. "You what curse? What do you mean, I’ll die?" Dorian met her gaze, unflinching. "It’s called the Bloodmoon Curse. My pack’s curse. Every Luna I’ve ever taken, every woman I’ve ever chosen, has died within a year of our bonding. It’s the price of power. The price of this… curse that’s bound to my bloodline."

"You will tell me right here, right now. Or I will not move a muscle." Laura sighed. "Tonight is the full moon, Joyce. The curse will take over Ollen again. It is said that if a Luna ever lived past her mating ceremony, then each month, when the pack should be celebrating with a long run with their leaders in front of them on the full moon, the curse will take ahold of the Alpha. He will... He will hunt you down until you die. Every full moon, he will look for you to kill you. But if you hide until we can figure out how to break it, everything will be okay." She explained.

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

Suddenly, Kael’s footsteps resonated through the room, but he halted mid-stride when the old man burst out, “If you don’t mark her before the next full moon rises, you’ll turn into a complete beast, exactly as the curse intends.”