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The blood. She whispers, “The crying baby.” Bianca looks up sharply. “What?” “In the vision... before the mirror shattered,” Lumina says, voice tight. “There was a woman in black, fire, blood... and a baby crying. I thought it was a warning of something to come. But what if it’s already happening?” Bianca swallows hard. “You think Melissa cursed the baby?” “I don’t know. But something’s blocking every spell I’ve cast. Bianca, you’ve seen it. I’ve tried everything. We can't even sense his aura anymore.”

I doubled over, coughing and gasping. "It burns!" I choked out. "It burns so much!" But I wasn't dying. The pain was terrible, but I could breathe. I could think. "Unusual reaction," the healer said quietly. "Unusual how?" Soren demanded from the doorway. He arrived without me noticing. "She's experiencing a burn response, but not full rejection." "Meaning?" "It means she has supernatural contamination, but it's not natural to her." Hope fluttered in my chest. "So I'm not cursed?"

When we stepped inside again the light caught something floating across the room. Sparkling dust. Silver wolfsbane. It coated everything. Like poisonous glitter. I looked up the ladder. “Terrence. Karissa. Go up. See how much is up there.” They nodded and started climbing. I gestured to Bella. “Outside.” She left immediately. Minutes passed. Finally Terrence’s voice came through the mind link. You want the good news or the horrifying news? Just tell me. The most budget-friendly way to kill a werewolf pack in history.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Its liquid was a vivid shade of red, and I recalled my mother mentioning that red often contained herbs used to weaken wolves, rendering them fragile and susceptible, typically employed in times of war. However, I found myself bound to the bed, unable to escape her clutches. She wore a sinister smile, her intentions etched upon her face with clear signs of jealousy and anger. As she inched closer, preparing to inject the blood-red liquid into my veins, I frantically kicked my legs against the mattress, chanting, "No, please, no!" Desperation filled my pleas. In that intense moment, something snapped.

She carefully unrolled the scroll, her eyes scanning the arcane symbols and encrypted messages. But as she translated the ancient text, a sense of foreboding settled over her. The scroll revealed a startling twist—a fragment of the dark curse responsible for the Magus's transformation was entwined with the Veritas Reliquary. To break the curse, they would not only have to find the Reliquary but also discover how to separate the dark fragment from its protective magic.

His eyes blazed with fury, with a twisted incantation, he cast a cruel curse upon her. A blinding light tore through the sky. Lioren screamed, her form shimmered, then shattered. Her soul was ripped from her divine vessel and forced into the body of a wolf, no longer radiant and celestial, but cursed, feral, and bound to darkness. She howled in agony as he sealed her within a small, ancient artifact, like a relic of ruin. But just before her transformation completed, she hurled the Mirrorheart Sigil into the air with all the strength she had left. It glimmered against the wind, and a white dove caught it mid-flight, wings slicing through the sky as it flew far, far away.

It didn't matter what I said or did to him in this state, he wouldn't flinch. "Just take me back to the mansion." I said in defeat before surrendering myself to Aiden. He supported my weight on his shoulder before helping me out of the bar. It was stupid of me to come here anyway. We reached the mansion, and I was immediately approached by Mirabet Cromwell, a social pariah who is well known for her soothsaying capabilities and visions. She was just like Forrester, except more advanced. People considered her a witch, and ever since the incident of Azira, magic and witchcraft were greatly despised by the Lycans. But in Mirabet's case, she was not a witch. She was just gifted in different ways

“The guardian of this place. You must have no idea what the Cursed Mirror of the ancient Supreme Pack is. It is a relic that will suck any living creature with a soul once you come too close to it. That was what happened to you.” “So this isn’t a dream? Why did I see my dad earlier?” “What do you expect? This relic is named Cursed Mirror for possessing dark magic. Once you are sucked inside, you will be attacked by illusions until you are consumed by darkness and become a dark soul caged in here.”