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Chapter 27: THE CURSE’S ORIGIN

The fire crackled softly in Morwenna’s hearth, casting long shadows across the walls of her cottage. The air inside was thick with the scent of burning sage, meant to ward off dark forces—though I wasn’t sure if anything could keep the darkness at bay now. Ethan sat at the far end of the room, silent and tense, while Kael leaned against the doorframe, his face still pale from his ordeal. Ava remained unconscious in the next room, her breathing shallow but steady.

Morwenna sat across from me, her gnarled hands clasped tightly around a worn leather book. The flicker of the flames danced in her ancient eyes as she spoke, her voice low and filled with the weight of centuries.

“This curse,” she began, her tone measured, “was not born from the hatred of enemies or the wrath of gods. It was forged by a witch, a woman scorned by the Silverclaw Pack centuries ago. She was a formidable power in her time, one who sought control over the pack’s strength—believing that their might was something sh
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