Why Couldn't Geto Absorb Toji's Cursed Spirit Novels & Stories

"The whole pack house will hear about this by morning. They will think the ghost has won. They will think Elio is taking over completely." I tried to speak again, desperate to explain. "Elio," I said, tears filling my eyes. My own name was gone. The totem had stolen it, stripped it away from me like skin from bone. The horror spread through me like poison. Rhydian held my hand tightly, his presence grounding. "You are Soren. I know it. The pack will know it. We fight this together. The totem is cursed, but we will break it. I will not let him take you from me."

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv