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I asked after a few minutes of surprise. “Yes, Amoux, it's called the Atelis curse,” “What is the Atelis curse?” I asked in amazement. I've never heard of that kind of curse in all my 400+ years of life. “Yes, but I cannot be sure until I see him because it's a very rare curse in the werewolf kingdom.” “Okay, so if it's the uhm- Atelum or Atelis curse, is it curable?” I asked again in hope that there would be another cure aside from mating with his mate.

It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

My voice cracks, tears streaming down my face as I reach for him, but he’s slipping away, dissolving into the shadows that surround me. The darkness shifts again, and new figures emerge—strange, twisted creatures, their faces constantly changing, morphing from one person I know to another. They loom over me, their bodies formless but their presence suffocating, oppressive. Their voices are a cacophony of whispers. “You’re cursed, Astrid,” one of the creatures hisses, its face flickering between my mother’s and a faceless void. “The curse has always been inside you, lying dormant, waiting for the right moment. And now it’s awake.”

The pack formed a defensive line, Alpha-level warriors at the forefront. I stood on the central platform, able to observe the entire situation. Soon, the first wave of attackers appeared. Marcus's description was accurate – they were indeed 'neither human nor wolf.' Half-human, half-wolf forms, but not like a normal shift, more like they had been forcibly twisted and deformed. The most unsettling thing was their eyes – entirely black, without a trace of white or pupil. "Moon Goddess preserve us," an elder whispered. "They are cursed."

"The Cursed wolf: Aurora in Shadow?" "Evidence Suggests Aurora's Powers Are Not From the Moon Goddess!" "Leaked Photos Show Evidence of a Curse—Is the Pack at Risk?" I sat up in bed so fast I got dizzy. My thumb scrolled furiously, tapping through article after article, my heart pounding louder with every new headline. My face stared back at me, pale, wide-eyed, captured mid-expression at the last ceremony. Someone had even edited dark shadows under my eyes, making me look like some possessed doll.

“I hate being disappointed.” “I imagined you'd be happier after hearing that there was a solution, but that's not a problem,” she smiled. “The point remains that I can help you.” “How do you intend to?” I asked. She sighed as she took a sip of her tea. “The rabid curse is quite rare. Yes, it has been used before, but it's been in such few cases that they're almost non-existent since there are no records of them.” You used the word, “Almost”, I observed.

Memory lane... Azelbub's forest The werewolf in their midst shook like he was having an intense seizure, his eyes rolled skyward and his fingers were curved into talons. All the cult members raised their hands to the sky, thinking it was normal. Maris stood behind the tree, staring at the eye candies in front of her. She held up her phone, not wanting to miss an opportunity to get paid for taking such pictures to the broadcasting house. Plus, their butts were attractive, round and molded from heaven.

he rubbed his small hands together and breath in deep, "pure humans are the true of us. We are curses." ** The Chamber of Duties burst into pandemonium as it turned out to be a morgue. Inyangas, Tofras, Elementalists and Necromancers took a sip of the Cobra's bile and not long afterwards, burst open, their guts flying all over. Pure humans are the true of us. We are curses.