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Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

Windows like gleaming eyes watched over the woods, their intricately carved shutters telling stories of the pack's history. A winding path, overgrown with wildflowers and herbs, led to the entrance, a massive wooden door adorned with a silver crescent moon that shone like a beacon. Inside, the air was thick with woodsmoke, fur, and a hint of magic, a testament to the pack's deep connection to the land. As Faris approached, a murmur of horror and surprise rippled through the pack, taunting whispers and commentary filling the air. But Faris remained focused, his gaze fixed on a single destination.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

At least I could do that for him. A sharp jolt sliced through our bond, and I sank to my knees. I reached out and grasped the back of the couch to keep myself upright. Samuel and Jasmine appeared on either side of me, their scents informing me who they were, but I couldn’t lift my head as I focused on the agony swirling inside me. “What’s going on?” Russell asked with concern. “Is she spelled or something?” I wanted to reply and assure him that wasn’t the case, but hell, what Kel was doing to me was far worse than any curse.

– Anam said. - For another reason, you used your quest, causing trouble in the city with the cursed ring. – Anam said. - In addition to using an excuse to stay at Kuram's mansion. Huricane said. Even though he was greedy, Charles had developed a cursed plant in the company's laboratory, it develops and grows by feeding on other living beings, eliminates baldness, creates youth, but on the other hand it does not kill zombies, if they parasitize them and grow on zombies, he could develop a zombification and parasite-proof product.

"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.

Magic is the only reason I survived that fall. Magic is the only reason I now bear the mark of a Ruined. The inked fingers symbolize my curse. We come to the end of the path, where an old cottage loom close to a lake. I follow the strange lady inside. The interior reminds me a lot of my family's cottage back in the Red Moon Pack. The only difference is that this cottage has a lot of shelves where a good number of bizarre-looking artifacts and runes are kept on. At the back of the cottage, a space has been cleared, where chairs and tables are arranged as though it was a bar shop.

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.

The next morning, I cannot still tell or link what he was talking about. What did it mean? It sounded personal like he was remembering a traumatic experience. He was talking to his father and he mentioned something about the other one being cursed. What did that even mean? As far as I know, Cult and Jack are the only two cursed werewolves that I am aware of. Does he have a cursed brother? I ask myself as I watch the intruders filing up, I think they are doing some training as I watch them from upstairs.

Only now the roles were reversed. 'Fuck! Cheetah's curses are finally ready to bite me in the ass!'