THE CURSED LUNA
Maggots crawled through the rotten meat.
The witch's eyes gleamed with triumph. "You need the wolf scale of Aria, Erin. It's the only thing that can reform your body, purge the rot."
Erin's mind then started racing, he remembered the gun that had shot Lyrien. "The bullet was mixed with wolvesbane and silver," he spat. "The only cure is here, with me. If Aria truly loves Lyrien, they'll return to me, begging for the cure."
A cruel smile spread across his face. "And with her father by my side, Aria will definitely come crawling back. I have the upper hand."