g a pale light over the forest and town, a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous night.

nd battered, sat in silence beside her. His eyes, once glowing with the unnatural light of the wolf, were now dimmed by exhaustion and uncertainty.

s she watched him, trying to read his e

ruth was, he had never truly believed breaking the curse was possible. His bloodline had carried the weight of this curse for generations, passed down from

g that has existed since before the town was founded. My family's bloodline has been intertwined with them, wit

istakable fear. Fear of what he might become, of what might happen to them both. She couldn't even imagine the bu

nd strong despite the fear that gnawed at her own heart. "We'll fi

he curse... It's not just magic. It's blood. It's in my veins. The more I try to fight it, the stronger it becomes. And w

ds hanging in the air l

her resolve deepening. "You won'

and. It's not just about fighting the curse. It's about my soul. If I sever the bond between the wolf and me, I don

just physical. It was a fight for Elias's very existence, for the man he had been and the beast he had b

has to be something in the town's history, something in your fa

not easy to find. And even if we do, we might not be able to make sense of them. The curse is... layered. It's no

nd brushing the dirt from her clothes. "We'

tion had taken on him, his body aching with the strain of the battle. But despite the pain, there was a flicker of

rom here. There might be something there that can help. But be careful. The curse doesn't just affec

thing for certain: she would do whatever it took to help him, to protect him, to break this curse. The road ahead would

anging over them. The path was quiet; the only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the occasional snap of twigs be

his life for so long. Mara could see the burden in his eyes-the fear of losing himself to the beast t

nd a thick wall of trees. The house was old, its stone walls worn by centuries of weathering. It was both maj

is it," he said quietly. "The estate where my ancestors lived. Where they ke

he oppressive energy surrounding the house, but she didn'

estate. The silence between them was heavy, but Mara could feel the shared determination in the air. They were about to en

d hovering over the ancient wood. "This is where it all

lder, offering him a silent pr

as turned the handle, a

forgotten memories. The only light came from the pale moon filtering through the dusty windows. The sil

reached a door at the end of the hall. It was locked, but Elias had a key-a family heirloom passed d

t tomes, scrolls, and artifacts. The air smelled faintly of mildew and old paper, but beneath

ese are the records. The truth about

ng. The answers they needed were here-

would either break the curs