TheaI am a curse. White wolf or not, there is no way I could be blessed and be the cause of so many deaths—my mother, Calliope, and now Apollo. I was robbed of time to love him, and now, I don’t even have time to mourn him.A harsh growl pulls my eyes away from the hole in Apollo’s chest to the feral man that is towering above me, discarding Apollo’s heart into the river. I feel like my own heart is sinking along with it. Tears fall freely from my eyes as I scoot myself backward. I turn over, my body shaking as I attempt to get to my feet.A rough hand grabs my braid, yanking me up and back. Even if I knew the slightest bit of self-defense, I have no false hope that my attempts would do anything to this beast twice my size. He has a tight hold on me as his cold eyes rake across my body. “Mmm, no mark, perfect for breeding,” his voice is gravelly, like it hasn’t been used much.Breeding? Oh no, no, to breed me, he has to mark me. With the full moon, he can do that.Sheer panic wa
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