Nyx stares at her reflection in the mirror, her gaze cold as she examines the dark, twisted marks crawling up her arms. They pulse faintly, reminding her of the price she paid for using forbidden witchcraft. The Blood Moon pack is saved, but the cost to her soul is undeniable.Her fingers trace the blackened veins spreading across her collarbone, and she clenches her jaw. The magic has tainted her body and spirit. She forces herself to look away, but her eyes betray her—marked, cursed, and irreversibly altered.A knock echoes through the den.“Enter,” Nyx commands, her voice firm but tired.Maria, her loyal maid, steps inside cautiously, bowing her head.“Alphaess,” she greets, her tone filled with respect as always, but her eyes flicker with hesitation. They used to be close, but some things changed over time, Nyx has become cold to her. She avoids Nyx’s gaze, almost fearful.“What is it, Maria?” Nyx asks, tightening the robe around her shoulders.“I’ve brought your herbs, Alphaess,”
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