Fated To The Cursed And Cruel Alpha
I wouldn’t go down alone, he would not be able to go near his son.
I hadn’t heard anything as I stayed in the dungeon while awaiting trial and I was beginning to think that the sorcerer had lied to me.
The hex wasn’t something I could cast impulsively. It required precision, power, and the darkest magic I could summon. Fortunately, I had prepared for this day, gathering the necessary items over the years—a lock of Harold’s hair stolen from his quarters, the blood of a raven, black salt, and an enchanted dagger passed down through my family.