THE CURSE OF LUST
Ava C. Torrescursed to feelthe curse of the werewolfcursed to be minecursed wolf
The old feud lingered, unseen but unforgotten.
Money was never truly an issue. Over the centuries, I had gathered wealth beyond any human measure, carefully moving it between banks as Britain's currencies shifted, exchanging, concealing, and multiplying it with a patience only immortality could afford. Gold, coins, assets—hidden in safes across the country, untouched and untouchable. If I chose to, I could vanish anywhere and live without ever worrying about the next meal, the next roof, the next danger. Far from the struggles of mortals, my fortune was mine alone, a silent testament to the life I had meticulously built and the independence I refused to surrender.