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They all turned their heads and stared at her. "What legends?" I asked. Rhea leaned forward. Even my grandmother used to tell stories. The Moon Goddess had a Luna that was powerful beyond measure, she said, many centuries ago. "A Luna who could cure the sick, control elements, even communicate with the Moon.” "That's a fairy tale," said Tobias derisively. "Maybe," Rhea allowed. “But the legend says that this Luna was so strong, she tipped the scale among packs. The Moon Goddess cast a curse on her bloodline so the magic would sleep for generations."

“Never me. You are the reflection that light leaves when it passes through sorrow.” Her hand rose, delicate and graceful, and touched Sienna’s cheek. It was cold , not the cold of death, but of distance, of eternity. “When you look at him,” she said softly, “you see me. When he touches you, he remembers what we were. That is your curse. That is mine.” Sienna’s voice trembled. “Then why show me this? Why now?” Lunaris’s expression shifted, pain rippling across her perfect face like cracks through ice. “Because the balance falters. The moon fractures. The curse that binds him hungers again. You must choose, Sienna , to restore what was broken or to end it forever.”

"Of course." Luna looked at the First Moon. "Where are the others?" "The second lies beneath Blackwood territory." Luna froze. "And the third?" The First Moon looked at her. "Inside you." Luna felt cold. "Inside me?" "Your mother sealed the final fragment of the curse within your blood." "Why?" "Because she believed you could destroy it." Kael stepped closer. "What happens if she can't?" The First Moon didn't answer. Luna looked at her.

Now is her turn to reciprocate the love she had for him. Lisa was nervous to be in front of Mother Luna trying to answer this question. She could feel her palm all sweaty and then it wasn't only her palm any longer, it was her face and all her body. She started to feel Heat everywhere. It wasn't about the nervousness of mother Lisa anymore. Lisa looked at her finger nails that had begin to grow and then the sudden claws on her palm. She quickly hid her hand behind her back for mother Luna not to see. What if she was the actual curse. Would she be banished and killed?

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

Lancelot sighed, jumped down from the branch he was sitting on, "I don't know if it's related to this, but maybe you'd be interested." Erebus just nodded; his throat was too dry for him to speak. "According to our research," Lancelot said slowly, "There was a rumor about the Blood Moon Forest's curse, well, one we didn't believe of course, so you know how rumor that rumor was." "Yes." Erebus said. "It was said that," Lancelot looked Erebus right in the eye, "The curse could only be broke by a royalty of the werewolf."

"Luna, we seek a way to break a curse that has plagued us. Do you have any insights or guidance that could help us on our quest?" Luna's gaze softened, sensing the sincerity in Hera's voice. "Curses are powerful and complex, but not insurmountable. To break a curse, one must first understand its origins and the source of its power. Seek the counsel of ancient spirits and unravel the threads that bind you. Only then can you find the path to freedom." Davien nodded, absorbing Luna's words. "Thank you, Luna. We will heed your advice and seek the guidance of the spirits. Is there anything else you can share with us? Perhaps a clue or a direction to follow?"

She couldn't help it. "I've lived outside for decades without joining a pack. My work is practically the same as Victor, a scout who has explored several regions," Uncle Ben explained. "He also knows the dark history of the curse that happened in the Blood Moon Pack, where Luna Cora was once," Victor said suddenly, which surprised Cora as well. "The Blood Moon Pack once experienced a disease outbreak similar to what's happening in the Crescent Pack. Luna Cora was unknowingly infected with the virus. The virus could have been dormant for several years and just happened to be revived while Luna Cora was here," Uncle Ben explained.

"But we need to find Lydia, and we need to figure out how to lift this curse. We've got a long road ahead of us, and we can't afford any more mistakes." "I'm so sorry about all of this," Ethan grumbled. "Just pray that we find a solution out of this situation you put us in. And I hope you learn a valuable lesson this time," Ethan hung his head low, his fingers fidgeting. "We need to think of something," he announced facing the rest of the pack. "Hey, what about witches?" Lucas hesitated, glancing around at the others to gauge their reactions. "I mean, they're powerful, right? And since one of them placed the curse, which means a witch can lift it too?"

“It is her magic, after all.” I agreed, but within my hand, I drew forward a small orb. The largest bit of Maise’s magic I had been able to milk out of her. Unknowingly taken, but her magic had been unknowingly given. “She trusts me. Even when she does not understand the reason for my actions, she trusts me. The same as I do her.” The succubus marveled at the globe of unfettered energy. “And if I don’t accept?” I smiled cockily, hoping that covered my bluff. My lack of a backup plan. “You ever heard of a thing called the curse of the rogue?”