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Miguma questioned “ Why have you brought me here? You have no right to pull me from my realm.” The witch said nothing, she simply pointed to the child. “She will speak the curse.” And she did The child raised her hand. A black sigil flared to life beneath her feet. She smiled, a smile that should never belong to someone so young. And then she whispered the spell. Miguma screamed as her form twisted, rippled apart. Sucked into an orb of magic. Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished.

she threatened me out of panic. “I’m sorry for making you worry, Gugu. What exactly was that?” I tried pushing Grip away but he held my back smashing me back against his body. “The portrait was cursed. It lures ghosts, evil spirits, and demons over and trap them,” she explained hugging herself in fright. I glanced back at the portrait and I could only see the happy faces of a big family, old couples, young couples holding a baby, two teens, and a toddler. “Grip?” I shook Grip but he leaned all his weight against me as he dropped his jaw on my shoulder. “What happened to him? Why is he so weak?” I narrowed my eyes at Gugu.

“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?”

So he died from a heart attack. 'Then I became werewolf queen because the moon goddess chose me. It was a great responsibility.' 'When time went by, the curse kept torturing us. But each time my other life tried to break the curse, they chose the wrong mate and the curse went on.' 'With time the curse was called the black and white curse because of our wolf's colors.' 'You are a very special and important wolf, Tiene. You are in charge of breaking the curse. I hope you don't mess it up. This is a great responsibility and no joke.'

She wanted to scoff but found herself unable to. Crystabelle stepped into the room, her eyes landing on Aurora and Maverick. She sighed and shook her head in visible annoyance. “Hey, you! Do you seriously think some shitty wolfsbane can trap the freaking Lycan King?” she asked, scoffing as she moved closer to Aurora. Placing a hand on Aurora’s back, she began casting spells to ease the dark energy surrounding her.

"Or it could be something else entirely." "Say it," Caelan said quietly. "Whatever you're thinking, say it." "There are old stories. From before the Collapse. About children who were... touched by the Moon Goddess. Blessed or cursed depending on the telling. They had scent profiles that didn't match their parents. Powers that shouldn't exist." Mira's voice dropped. "I'm not saying that's what this is. But the pattern matches." Ice flooded my veins. "Are you saying my child is cursed?"

But when things began to go out of gand, ad get soul slowly turned dark, all hands were washed off her and she met her demise later. The story wasn't at all good to listen to but I did anyway. "She has placed a mass curse on all the pregnant mothers in Holy Bond pack and that connection quickly brought me out. You must draw the symbols on page seventy five." A mass curse was something dangerous than a plague, and it shocked me to hear something horrible as that from the goddess directly. I cringed when I thought of the dangers the women and the pack are in now. It wouldn't end well if things were not set in place. And when the goddess mentioned a specific page from the spell book, I knew it

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.