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I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.

Selena didn’t know how long it had been since Theo, with all the grace of a gremlin godparent, grabbed her by the arm and hurled her face-first through a magical door like he was tossing a sack of mildly cursed potatoes. Now here she was—cheek smushed against the dusty, mossy floor of what looked like a half-abandoned temple from a low-budget horror film. Her dignity had clearly been left behind somewhere between the ER and whatever cursed GPS coordinates this shrine belonged to.

He have to build their relationship on these three things if he want to survive the curse. No matter what, he will never let her trust him. He set the plate and sat at the table waiting for her. He has exhausted her body last night. She doesn't feel it because of his magic potion but she needs to eat and get her human energy back. Valerina came down and frowned at him when she saw him sitting at the table. He hardly enters the kitchen let alone sitting at the dinning table. He was looking at her unbothered like he haven't done anything wrong. He looked at her up and down. Her White sundress and long damp hair, her golden eyes were sad and scared but still there was hint of anger and he find

Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth. She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.

How could he let Hirre come alone? "You..." I was about to retort when the doctor's voice interrupted me. "Enough that! For this situation, you both need to be okay because Hirre is under the curse, a deadly curse." I was shocked as I heard Mr. Zahard's words. I saw from my peripheral vision that Severus was also worried about Hirre. "W-what do you mean?" Severus asked the witch doctor. "You both need to find Claire as soon as possible. This spell is too vicious and I can't fix it." Mr. Zahard replied and I felt uneasy because we, Severus quarrel.

He finishes with a smirk and there comes that feeling again that makes tears burn in my eyes and cause terror in my heart. “You're lying; Vance promises he won't hurt me.” My lips quiver as I say those words loudly, and I don't even even believe them. He sneers. “Think about it, princess; your fate is to one day kill him. Now, Vance has tasted immortality and wealth, he has tasted power and authority; do you think he's going to let some girl get in the way of that? Trust me, Vance can get any girl that he wants.” He sighs and turns his back to me. “During the first century of being cursed, we weren't sure who was going to become our doom, so Damien and I got rid of our mates; however, Vance

Now, it would take more than telling everyone the truth about Elijah and Caleb, to regain their trust and loyalty. "Are you there, Zeta?" Cyrus checked if I was still hearing him through the mindlink. "Yes, I am." I answered curtly. I needed to prove to them that I wasn't cursed. But there was nothing I would be able to do that if even I still find it hard to believe that I wasn't cursed. "So if there's no curse mysteriously killing the wolves I courted in the past, why and how had they all died?" I asked no one in particular.

Then my eyes searched for Arnold automatically. He wasn’t there. Beta Mark wasn’t there either. Mira pushed through the crowd immediately when she saw me. “What’s going on?” Gamma James stepped forward before anyone else could answer. “Leticia Hales.” The hall slowly became quiet. “As ordered by Alpha Arnold Reid, you are hereby banished from Nightshade Pack.” My breathing stopped. For a second I thought I heard him wrong. “What?” Mira snapped immediately. “These are Alpha orders,” Gamma Lucas replied calmly.

It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.

The way he said 'what you are' instead of 'who you are' made my blood run cold. "Okay, What if the tests prove I'm not cursed?" I asked desperately. "Then we'll know you're something else," Soren replied. "Something worse." I looked around the hall one more time. At Tony's body. At Dante bleeding on the floor. At pack members who wouldn't meet my eyes. "What could be worse than cursed?" I whispered. "Deliberately evil," Soren said simply. The words hit me so hard. In their minds, I was either cursed or evil. There was no third option where I was innocent.